Hopper
Banned
I just thunk up another VICTIM fable, eh? Seein as how this here is a general discussion forum, and all, I thought I would post this here literary submission for comments, constructive criticism, and general feedback, eh?
Actually, it's not quite a fable yet, but I figure that, with some help, maybe I could turn it into one, ya know? It's actually a true tale.
A few weeks back, I was down to the 7/11 store, thumbin through the porno mags, and some candyass clerk walked up to me, see? Then it kinda went like this here:
Candyass Clerk: Can I help you, sir?
Me: Yeah, sho nuff. Hustle on over to that cooler there and brang me back a 40, eh?
CC: You've been here two hours, are you going to buy a magazine?
Me: I dunno. I aint seen em all yet. Mebbe, mebbe not. I thought I told you to brang me a 40, eh? I didn't mean tomorrow, fool.
CC: I see you've stamped out about 40 cigarettes on our new carpet.
Me: Yeah, I had to. That's what ya git for bein a cheap-*** that don't even put no ashtrays in your browsin section, see?
CC: Are you going to pay for all those cigarettes you've smoked?
Me: Pay!? I don't think so! Homey don't play dat. They was, like, just sittin here on the shelf, so naturally I assumed the were on the house. Complimentary, ya know?
CC: I'm afraid I'm going to have to call the police.
Me: Don't go tryin that, now, boy. I will file a complaint against you for harrassment.
CC: Go ahead. I'm calling them right now.
Well, so, ya see, it's all purty obvious, aint it? He just hauled off and MADE me go upside his head with the piece of lead pipe I always carry. Then, as very minimal compensation for the abusive harrassment he had subjected me to, I took a big-*** jar of Slim Jims and walked out the door.
I figured he got off easy, but, ya know what? Turns out, the police put out a warrant for MY arrest. Can you BELIEVE that crap, I ax ya!? Here he was the one harrassin me, and I git blamed somehow. They just aint no justice, I tellya. Now at least once a night I have to drop through the trap door of my 8' x 12' Deluxe Model 1948 Silverado travel trailer and crawl into the woods for a good long spell when I see the pigs comin. VICTIMIZED, yet again.
I figure with a little work, there could be some kinda moral to this tale. Can anyone help?
Actually, it's not quite a fable yet, but I figure that, with some help, maybe I could turn it into one, ya know? It's actually a true tale.
A few weeks back, I was down to the 7/11 store, thumbin through the porno mags, and some candyass clerk walked up to me, see? Then it kinda went like this here:
Candyass Clerk: Can I help you, sir?
Me: Yeah, sho nuff. Hustle on over to that cooler there and brang me back a 40, eh?
CC: You've been here two hours, are you going to buy a magazine?
Me: I dunno. I aint seen em all yet. Mebbe, mebbe not. I thought I told you to brang me a 40, eh? I didn't mean tomorrow, fool.
CC: I see you've stamped out about 40 cigarettes on our new carpet.
Me: Yeah, I had to. That's what ya git for bein a cheap-*** that don't even put no ashtrays in your browsin section, see?
CC: Are you going to pay for all those cigarettes you've smoked?
Me: Pay!? I don't think so! Homey don't play dat. They was, like, just sittin here on the shelf, so naturally I assumed the were on the house. Complimentary, ya know?
CC: I'm afraid I'm going to have to call the police.
Me: Don't go tryin that, now, boy. I will file a complaint against you for harrassment.
CC: Go ahead. I'm calling them right now.
Well, so, ya see, it's all purty obvious, aint it? He just hauled off and MADE me go upside his head with the piece of lead pipe I always carry. Then, as very minimal compensation for the abusive harrassment he had subjected me to, I took a big-*** jar of Slim Jims and walked out the door.
I figured he got off easy, but, ya know what? Turns out, the police put out a warrant for MY arrest. Can you BELIEVE that crap, I ax ya!? Here he was the one harrassin me, and I git blamed somehow. They just aint no justice, I tellya. Now at least once a night I have to drop through the trap door of my 8' x 12' Deluxe Model 1948 Silverado travel trailer and crawl into the woods for a good long spell when I see the pigs comin. VICTIMIZED, yet again.
I figure with a little work, there could be some kinda moral to this tale. Can anyone help?
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