Pecker In A Knot
Drove to Starbucks for coffee the other day and parked in a tight spot, unintentionally nudging the bumper of the new beetle behind me. Owner of new beetle came roaring up, raving that I bumped his car.
"Any damage?", I enquired.
I interrupted his frothing rant to say that if there was damage to his vehicle, we would address it and, otherwise, not to get his pecker in a knot.
SO HE GOT HIS PECKER IN A KNOT!
The lady with him may have gotten her CLIT IN A SNIT as well, but I thought it best not to inquire.
I informed him that I did not have time for his bullshit and walked away.
I proceeded inside to my soft chair by the window, where my friend Jim informed me that the "gentleman" had spat all over my car, especially on the door handles.
A day in the life…
No other reason for this post.
"Any damage?", I enquired.
I interrupted his frothing rant to say that if there was damage to his vehicle, we would address it and, otherwise, not to get his pecker in a knot.
SO HE GOT HIS PECKER IN A KNOT!
The lady with him may have gotten her CLIT IN A SNIT as well, but I thought it best not to inquire.
I informed him that I did not have time for his bullshit and walked away.
I proceeded inside to my soft chair by the window, where my friend Jim informed me that the "gentleman" had spat all over my car, especially on the door handles.
A day in the life…
No other reason for this post.
Labels: clit in a snit, pecker in a knot, Starbucks, Volkwagen Beetle
posted by Ken Erickson at 11:44 PM
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