i got a parking ticket in wonderful Pekin Illinois yesterday. i often park right in front of the stores i service and book it quick inside to straighten my bread set, then i'm out. well the MAN wrote me up big time. 250 freakin bucks.(fire lane) i'm sayin fuck that. no way, no pay. this is the little town where I've seen Jesus towing an 8 foot cross over his shoulder in front of Wal Mart and the transvestite in high heels getting into a semi behind Krogers. imagine a gorilla in a french maid outfit, not to mention all my run ins with hillbillies and white trash. the Pekin Po Po man must of been taking a break from his booth at Dunkin Donuts. maybe he does'nt like whole grain bread? please help with words of encouragement like FUCK THE MAN!!! the life of a bread man is rough...i'm tellin ya.
and now an oinker for the fuzz
and now an oinker for the fuzz
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OFF The PIG!
except the pig was a pig scull with crossed bones.
I was'nt sure if was from the Manson Family, or someone taking up Islam and vowing to refrain from eating pork, or just some pissed off biker, or a gonzo stoner.
I once saw a cop writting a parking ticket in the middle of a block in Lake Worth, FL.
On one end of the block was a crack whore, at the opposite end was a guy noisily waving at passing cars, selling crack.
They write em for the extra revenue, and the wonderous feeling of control.
Can't mess with rednecks on crack, thev'e got guns.
Don't mess with gorrila tranvestites, might have to search em.
Will not mess with Jesus, might be for real.
I smell bacon. Does anybody else smell bacon?
I definitely smell a pork product of some type.
Hey, that bit about bread straightening, reminded me of this short that was on MST3K:
Out of This World
It features your profession quite prominently. Give it a watch if you get some free time.