So I run usually 5-6 times a week, and I recently moved to White Rock Beach. Kind of a small town just outside Vancouver, basically a suburb. There's a 2.2 km boardwalk along the beach, so I run that, a few times, as part of my run.
The following things bother me, so please don't do them.
1) Fat chicks, usually eating Fish and Chips, sitting at a table, dripping grease and stewing in their own rancid sweat who insist on smiling and waving. What part of me running in the hot fucking sun and being chiseled out of stone gives you the idea I'm interested in fat, disgusting, lazy eat creatures? I mean, I don't go after super models, and really, I'm out of your league by just as large of a gap. Please, just avert your eyes or I'm probably going to be mean to you. Not fair to blame me for it, either.
2) Little fucking dogs. If your little fucking rat looking dog is yipping at my heals, it's not cute it's fucking annoying. Don't look all shocked when I give the little fucker a kick. There's leash laws for a reason, bitch. And no your husband isn't going to make me apologize either. He's already thinking of ways to get his ass out of this.
3) Fat people walking side by side across the entire boardwalk. If cumulatively you and your partner are wider than the path, have the common fucking decency to waddle single file. Pretend you're 747s on a hot dog runway or something. One after the other.
God I fucking hate people sometimes.
The following things bother me, so please don't do them.
1) Fat chicks, usually eating Fish and Chips, sitting at a table, dripping grease and stewing in their own rancid sweat who insist on smiling and waving. What part of me running in the hot fucking sun and being chiseled out of stone gives you the idea I'm interested in fat, disgusting, lazy eat creatures? I mean, I don't go after super models, and really, I'm out of your league by just as large of a gap. Please, just avert your eyes or I'm probably going to be mean to you. Not fair to blame me for it, either.
2) Little fucking dogs. If your little fucking rat looking dog is yipping at my heals, it's not cute it's fucking annoying. Don't look all shocked when I give the little fucker a kick. There's leash laws for a reason, bitch. And no your husband isn't going to make me apologize either. He's already thinking of ways to get his ass out of this.
3) Fat people walking side by side across the entire boardwalk. If cumulatively you and your partner are wider than the path, have the common fucking decency to waddle single file. Pretend you're 747s on a hot dog runway or something. One after the other.
God I fucking hate people sometimes.
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