kicking it old skool

Got a new gripe. Not entirely new, just resurfaced again this morning.

Why is it, that morons out there seem to think that if they stick a Ferrari badge on their car it would somehow magically bestow all sorts of pure-bred fineness and power upon their cheap ass, “eco-friendly”, 13 liter lawn mower ?!

For God’s sake, if you have to proclaim to the world that you’re a little Ferrari whore and that when Michael farts you get all moist and giddy, don’t stick a fucking badge on your 1300 Cleo! You’re the type of person who probably owns one of those little fold up scooters (ge-drop, ge-Hoc and Ferrari badge proudly stuck on the handle bar) and use it at every possible occasion.

You’re probably the same fucker that would approach an elevator, see me (and in most cases, a few people) standing there, staring at the slide-action doors with baited breath, and STILL punch the fucking CALL button!

You are an idiot and I formally request that you do me, my gold fish and the rest of humanity a big-huge favor and try your best be get on the 2005 Darwin award list.

Freakin badge/button whore!

[G], out

zug zug!