world peace, anyone?
world peace, anyone? yes.
world peace.
i think i have a plan.
while this is an issue that hits me quite close to home, it deals with a topic that many of us face: homeless people. you know, the ones who ask: "can you spare some change? please, sir/ma'am? i have no money left, and i need to buy some baby formula for my baby and feed my dog...and i need a warm place to sleep and some food to eat and BLAH FUCKING BLAH BLAH!"
i am curious. how much does a little change go these days? last i checked, it won't 1) FEED YOUR BABY 2) FEED YOUR PET 3) FEED YOU 4) FIND YOU A WARM PLACE TO STAY
what will it do? you might get a cheap dime bag of weed...or, if you are lucky, some home-made crack cocaine.
what brings me to this topic of conversation? well, while walking, i was passed by a lady asking for change (o new haven night life!). anyway, she proceeded to ask me mutliple times, despite the fact that i was blatantly ignoring her, "excuse me...excuse me sir. excuse me. open your heart, sir. open your heart. YOU THINK ITS OKAY TO WALK PASS BY ME?! YOU JUST GO ON YOUR FUCKING MERRY WAY. BITCH." is it wrong if i laughed...like a little?
well, i did.
how do we cure this epidemic known as homelessness? GIVE THE GODDAMN HOMELESS PEOPLE HOMES IN WARM PLACES. more specifically, send the bitches to falluja or something. thats my idea. send all the homeless people (who have been homeless for more than, say, a year) to the draft...i believe this will solve many problems. for one, they'll get a place to eat, sleep, and be merry-- and us non-homeless folk will be happier for it! hell-- BETTER HIM/HER than ME. that's all i gotta say. better the flower lady than me. better the poetry lady than me. better cowboy ray than me.
hrm...enough on the homeless. howabout the fact that the easiest fucking physics lab of the entire semester ended up taking 4 hours, because the professor spent 2 hours explaining what the mean, median and mode were. i was sitting there like, "um...i got this far...i think i'm fine regarding those topics." that's yale for you-- they care too much about the shit you know, and too little about the shit you don't.
on that note, i'm going to run. peace out, bitches.
world peace.
i think i have a plan.
while this is an issue that hits me quite close to home, it deals with a topic that many of us face: homeless people. you know, the ones who ask: "can you spare some change? please, sir/ma'am? i have no money left, and i need to buy some baby formula for my baby and feed my dog...and i need a warm place to sleep and some food to eat and BLAH FUCKING BLAH BLAH!"
i am curious. how much does a little change go these days? last i checked, it won't 1) FEED YOUR BABY 2) FEED YOUR PET 3) FEED YOU 4) FIND YOU A WARM PLACE TO STAY
what will it do? you might get a cheap dime bag of weed...or, if you are lucky, some home-made crack cocaine.
what brings me to this topic of conversation? well, while walking, i was passed by a lady asking for change (o new haven night life!). anyway, she proceeded to ask me mutliple times, despite the fact that i was blatantly ignoring her, "excuse me...excuse me sir. excuse me. open your heart, sir. open your heart. YOU THINK ITS OKAY TO WALK PASS BY ME?! YOU JUST GO ON YOUR FUCKING MERRY WAY. BITCH." is it wrong if i laughed...like a little?
well, i did.
how do we cure this epidemic known as homelessness? GIVE THE GODDAMN HOMELESS PEOPLE HOMES IN WARM PLACES. more specifically, send the bitches to falluja or something. thats my idea. send all the homeless people (who have been homeless for more than, say, a year) to the draft...i believe this will solve many problems. for one, they'll get a place to eat, sleep, and be merry-- and us non-homeless folk will be happier for it! hell-- BETTER HIM/HER than ME. that's all i gotta say. better the flower lady than me. better the poetry lady than me. better cowboy ray than me.
hrm...enough on the homeless. howabout the fact that the easiest fucking physics lab of the entire semester ended up taking 4 hours, because the professor spent 2 hours explaining what the mean, median and mode were. i was sitting there like, "um...i got this far...i think i'm fine regarding those topics." that's yale for you-- they care too much about the shit you know, and too little about the shit you don't.
on that note, i'm going to run. peace out, bitches.
posted by Joe @ 5:16 PM
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