Im off work, sitting at a cafe, looking out a window, typing on one hand on my phone… and I reach over to grab one of the hotdogs I bought… and they are all gone. The wrapper is present, hot dog gone.
This is going to ruin my Captain America movie Im seeing in 40 minutes. I really wanted to eat that. One of these sneaky fuckers here snuck up on me, all ninja like, unwrapped it, ate it…
My start of some really bad next two days off… fucker ate my hotdog, Im being forced to go to a Pittsburg Pirates game tomorrow, and now I’m also expected to go to some damn strip bar… I havent been in one for years, but cant get out cause he is giving me a ride to Pittsburgh and back… just going to be some drink cover-charge, which I dont drink, and some strangely shaped floppy tit chick begging me for money…
If I didnt have to deal with the politics of this involuntary union Im in, I wouldnt have to befriend him to get full time to finish building this camera. Just damn fucking money being soaked up by beer, nasty used up tits, and baseball… and I dont drink, dont watch sports, or waste my money on professional nymphos… yet its happening, thanks to Unions.
Now my hotdog is missing. My fucking hotdog.
This movie better be good. Not like Thor 2… that movie was pure shit.
My hotdog… my hotdog… goodbye, my stolen hotdog. May our future never again cross paths. To sleep, to dream, of hotdogs I will come to know once again.
I wonder if I have enough time to file a police report. If one of these fuckers get up and run, Ill be after them… just like in Cops.