Friday, January 26, 2007

...and put on a sweater!

I'm awfully worried about our youth these days. What happened to the good old days, where kids knew their places!

Our elementary school ends it's day at 3:00 pm. The high school next door releases it's students a half hour earlier. All of the parents waiting to pick up their less hormonal children get a taste of what teenagers turn into as those teenagers walk home taking a shortcut through the parking lot.

Without fail I see girls undressing themselves on the way home. The school's dress code doesn't extend to the neighborhood streets, so clothing is removed in an effort to impress boys that cannot grow more than four whiskers yet. Forget being women and hearing them roar, hello lowriders and tops that aren't much bigger than the thongs they so willingly show. Eventually they'll just paint their clothing on.

I also hear their posturing talk on their way home. Just yesterday I heard Mr. Teenybopper Baggydrawers erupt with a sarcastic "Lick my ballsack!" when his friend, Mr. Shirtdowntomyankles told him he was an emo queer. Both are cute, but I'm disappointed that our youth are insulting their peers without the creativity their potential may allow. (If they were motivated to allow it that is.) I'm inclined to offer suggestions.

How about, "Lick my green furry ballsack?" Hmmmm....

"Gnaw on my sweaty goat sized ballsack." Quaint, but I can do better.

"Gnaw on my Buick sized ballsack, and don't you dare ruin the leather interior and the wax job, holla!"


I suppose these skills come with age and experience. I should be able to offer some ballsack doozies to my great-grandkids. Have a cookie, get an extra snarky ballsack insult. Grandma loves you, sweetie!


  1. Oooh! I had to drive thru the parking local parking lot of the HS the other day. I was looking for the Parks and Rec office, which apparently has it's sign-deficient headquarters on the HS campus. I got the pleasure of accosting three quasi-emo/goth looking boys to ask them for directions. They had no clue, but they were polite about it.

    I didn't have the heart to tell them they looked just as weenie as the boys of my generation looked in their bowl cuts, Flock of Seagulls coifs and Members Only jackets. Y'know, polite for polite!

  2. Pat & I are at the local high school often to pick up her grand daughter who is a sophomore. She is into sports and most of the kids I have seen her with don't look too extreme but there are some running around the campus that really make you wonder what they are trying to project. I think most would say they are rejecting the standard look but when you really get down to it, their "look" is more rigidly the same, with their standard, than any the other kids have.

    They look odd to me but I know my generation also tried to "look" different and I suppose they all try to do the same.

  3. a true chop-artist is rare....offering one's ballsack to be licked by a member of the same sex let alone a friend is pedestrian at best. Now tell him to have his mother do the there is some workable material. A snappy retort such as.."yeah, She would but says going down there after your Dog just wasn't a good idea."

  4. Killer post. I look forward to my next visit.


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