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Aug. 8th, 2009 01:59 am
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 Having given super_jenn a laugh today after it happened, figure you'll all enjoy this too.

I left work and had to do some stuff in Ft Smith (about a 50 mi drive from here) and since I  didn't have lunch, Istopped in Pocola (about 3/4 the way) at a Tote-A-Poke convenience store for a drink and sandwich (you know the premade factory packed ones?).  I go to the registers and there's about 4-5 guys in there making purchases or waiting to pay for gas and  3 women working the counter.

Waiting my turn, I sorta stand back to see whose in what line and when a guy leaves, the woman says "Next" and so I start to head there and one of the men waiting does too.  We both stop and he says go ahead and I told him its fine since he was waiting first and as i do, I indicate with the hand holding the sandwich for him to go ahead.

At which point the sandwich flys out of my hand, hitting the guy in the crotch *headdesk*

I'm turning red and apologizing while all the other men, who apparently know him are going on about how that'll teach ya to cut her off in line
Add in that the women behind the counter also know him and are telling him You sooooo deserved that (apparently he's a practical joker) and one woman told me I'm her hero and she's sooo glad she was there to see this.

*sigh*         
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 DOG DIARY

8:00 am - Dog food!  My favorite thing!

9:30 am - A car ride!  My favorite thing!

9:40 am - A walk in the park!  My favorite thing!

10:30 am - Got rubbed and petted!  My favorite thing!

12:00 pm - Lunch!  My favorite thing!

1:00 pm - Played in the yard!  My favorite thing!

3:00 pm - Wagged my tail!  My favorite thing!

5:00 pm - Milk bones!  My favorite thing!

7:00 pm - Got to play ball!  My favorite thing!

8:00 pm - Wow!  Watched TV with my people!  My favorite thing!

11:00 pm - Sleeping on the bed!  My favorite thing!
 



CAT DIARY

Day 983 of my captivity.

My captors continue to taunt me with bizarre little dangling objects.

They dine lavishly on fresh meat, while the other inmates and I are fed
hash or some sort of dry nuggets.  Although I make my contempt for the
rations perfectly clear, I nevertheless must eat something in order to
keep up my strength.

The only thing that keeps me going is my dream of escape.

In an attempt to disgust them, I once again vomit on the carpet.

Today I decapitated a mouse and dropped its headless body at their
feet.  I had hoped this would strike fear into their hearts, since it
clearly
demonstrates what I am capable of.  However, they merely made
condescending comments about what a "good little hunter" I am.

Bastards!

There was some sort of assembly of their accomplices tonight.  I was
placed in solitary confinement for the duration of the event.  However, I
could hear the noises and smell the food.  I overheard that my confinement
was due to the power of "allergies."  I must learn what this means, and
how to use it to my advantage.

Today I was almost successful in an attempt to assassinate one of my
tormentors by weaving around his feet as he was walking.  I must try
this again tomorrow -- but at the top of the stairs.

I am convinced that the other prisoners here are flunkies and snitches.

The dog receives special privileges.  He is regularly released - and
seems to be more than willing to return.  He is obviously retarded.

The bird has got to be an informant.  I observe him communicate with the
guards regularly.  I am certain that he reports my every move.  My
captors have arranged protective custody for him in an elevated cell, so he
is
safe.
 

For now......
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