Mormon boys wear collared shirts and decorate their heads with the latest and most expensive hair gels. Mormon girls are easy on the eyes but they seem more like dolls than actual human beings. I never thought perfection could be so unattractive. Do robots have emotions?
Wether they have emotions like the rest or not im not sure but i do know for a fact that they are ignorant and wear conformity like a badge. This couldnt have been more true today when a a mormon family accused me of being a criminal. I was so outraged by the accustation and their complete confidence in their decesion, i decided to rebel right then and there. I shouted profanity and showed daddys little angle what a hairy ass and balls look like. What a sight that must have been for them.
Apparently this families van had been sacked. The wife's purse was jacked and the rest of the car was left in ruin. Coloring books were scattered, windows were broken and scriptures destroyed. The fact that I had a skateboard and wasn't wearing a shirt made me a likely suspect. The guy actually got out of his van and nervously demanded that I give him his wife's purse back. When I told him that I wasn't a criminal and he could fuck himself, he searched all the vegetation around me for a good ten minutes. He wanted so desperatly to find the goods, prove me wrong, and forever glorify himself as the family hero. The savior of the moral agenda. The agent who confronted a scarry looking criminal with a one of those awful skateboards. But ofcource he was blinded by his ignorance and never found the bountty that i apparently had stashed away. When I asked the mormon man if he found what he was looking for, he replied like a wounded animal that was about to die. " Can you help me?" he said. I laughed at him and flipped off his entire family who were watching me in the safety of their red mini van. When at last he gave up, he got in his car slowly in defeat. He reached for his phone and more than likely called the cops and gave them my description. As the family drove off to their wonderfull life in white suburbia i did what anyone who listens to punk music and reads thrasher would do. I pulled down my pants, squated low and flipped them off. Sid would have been proud
Wether they have emotions like the rest or not im not sure but i do know for a fact that they are ignorant and wear conformity like a badge. This couldnt have been more true today when a a mormon family accused me of being a criminal. I was so outraged by the accustation and their complete confidence in their decesion, i decided to rebel right then and there. I shouted profanity and showed daddys little angle what a hairy ass and balls look like. What a sight that must have been for them.
Apparently this families van had been sacked. The wife's purse was jacked and the rest of the car was left in ruin. Coloring books were scattered, windows were broken and scriptures destroyed. The fact that I had a skateboard and wasn't wearing a shirt made me a likely suspect. The guy actually got out of his van and nervously demanded that I give him his wife's purse back. When I told him that I wasn't a criminal and he could fuck himself, he searched all the vegetation around me for a good ten minutes. He wanted so desperatly to find the goods, prove me wrong, and forever glorify himself as the family hero. The savior of the moral agenda. The agent who confronted a scarry looking criminal with a one of those awful skateboards. But ofcource he was blinded by his ignorance and never found the bountty that i apparently had stashed away. When I asked the mormon man if he found what he was looking for, he replied like a wounded animal that was about to die. " Can you help me?" he said. I laughed at him and flipped off his entire family who were watching me in the safety of their red mini van. When at last he gave up, he got in his car slowly in defeat. He reached for his phone and more than likely called the cops and gave them my description. As the family drove off to their wonderfull life in white suburbia i did what anyone who listens to punk music and reads thrasher would do. I pulled down my pants, squated low and flipped them off. Sid would have been proud
