Sunday, December 11, 2005

Saturday night--a night out without Boy (he's at grandma's place). We're at the local pizza eatery. It's got a rotating door and a side door for handicapped access. Some ass-wipe decides to hold open the handicapped door while the 20 mph wind whips through, freezing everyone in the entryway and the first few rows of booths (where we're seated). I believe this dillhole deserves a ripe head racking with a pizza cutter, preferable across the freezing fingers he used to hold open the side door. The rotating door did a great job of keeping hot side hot and cold side cold until your prehistoric cranium entered the picture, dork.