No.114528
Killing time and charging phone and scratching dog whistles on the pavement at Mr. Cock's Park. Stupid Christian goy Whites-Nose ( who is polish , wants to be 2% Ashkenazi , but is really a white Christian goy with mild fetal alcohol syndrome and moderate alcohol abuse on a daily basis,) shows up for a bit of my Tobacco, which I dispense into the bag he brings. He smells horrifically like a Tide detergent scentsplosion with notes of Snuggle Pedobear Dryer Sheets. I smell like hypoglycemic fear sweat and tobacco, which he probably would also smell like if he didn't shower and drench himself in endocrine disruptors.
What looks like a pair of Mormons or other White Shirt And Tie Pedestrian Evangelists waddles into view and I begin ranting against Mormons and other Abrahamists so enthusiastically that Whites-Nose steps away from me in fear and loathing. The Mormons are too much of pussies to approach us and after soiling themselves by using a Porta John , they leave with their drawers riding up their repressed ass cracks. I don't particularly enjoy having my ass eaten but it's the sort of thing Mormons must wonder about a lot since they're not allowed to do stuff like that, probably. Abrahamists have all these rules about what they can't do because it would make them "Sinful" or "Unclean", but they end up being willing to enter a Port a John rather than pull their dick out and piss behind a bush, because they're scared of becoming a Local Pariah Pedophile. All the while they pay taxes to Global Elite Pedophiles.
Whites-Nose is a very weak conversation partner because he is as ignorant and unfocused as the average American 20 year old. He tells me that his sister Accidentally smoked weed laced with pcp. I instantly question how it would be known that it was pcp , and ask him how she knows, he halfheartedly acknowledges that his reason for thinking that was that she said so; Retards are always claiming they got laced with some extra kind of drugs to make an excuse for being mentally weak and not being able to handle regular weed.
He gets called into work at the cafeteria enticed by a 25$ Amazon gift card, but he says first he has to go to get his also alcoholic mom a mcchicken. I tell him mcchicken is poison and McDonald's is evil, and spit on him , then walk away and scratch another dog whistle on the pavement . He stands there smiling like a moron for a while but eventually is gone.
No.114542
Back at the cabin. Smoke coming from nearby, smells like trash. I think I know which neighbor it is, Mr. Mails. Previously I've seen him burning what looks like trash. Even so, I hate him less than I hate all the other neighbors. He lives outside the city limit and probably believes himself to be a good person by disposing of trash in a way that is legal where he lives.
Awhile ago he came up to my cabin when I was just trying to get stoned in the sun, and politely griped about my landlords letting Collegiate Nancy boy retards who don't know how to hunt safely shoot into his land and leave their trash and shotgun shells around. I told him I didn't hunt here and that I'd tell landlord to call him, which landlord eventually did. Since I hate collegiate Nancy boy retards, i feel a sympathy for Mr. Mails. We both live next to the monstrous environmentally tragic ball sports facility the college has erupted from the land which used to be nice looking and free of plastic and chemicals.
Maybe I can engineer a Trash smokestack to funnel mr. Mails' trash smoke toward the Collegiate Sports Facility. But they would then send more of their Private Biplanes to spy on me. I wish I could get a contract with Elon Mosque to be able to shoot lasers into space and destroy space trash generated by his operations, allowing him to claim a Tax Credit from Donal Trump. If I had such lasers near my cabin, aimed straight up, the planes wouldnt be able to fly over my cabin.
No.114548
>>114542serves you right for living in idaho
