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The air show is performed in a really stupid and inaccessible place.
They should move it south, or even to Puget Sound around Tacoma where the view is far more accessible.
I'm sure the Puget Sound is thrilled to have its grounds once more graced by someone's presence and their whining climatological grievances.
Behold the destruction of our nation's "Night Danger" as it comes to one's campground. :(
Seafair: Same fucking planes executing the same fucking stunts year after year.
Bumbershoot: Same fucking music festival executing the same fucking music, crowds and shitty food year after year.
Dan's birthday: Same fucking old queen just getting older and more fucking bitter year after year.
Halloween: Same fucking children dressing up in the same fucking plastic costumes year after year.
Thanksgiving: Same fucking turkeys and gravy executing the same fucking dinner year after year.
Christmas: Same fucking fat imaginary elf executing the same fucking sleigh ride year after year.
New Year: Same fucking drunks executing the same fucking drunkeness year after year, but with douchebag announcers broadcasting the entire thing on the teevee.
St. Patrick's Day: Same fucking faux-Irish people executing the same fucking faux-Irish parade year after year.
Folk Life: Same fucking hippies executing the same fucking sad music festival year after year.
Seattle Pride: Same fucking queens executing the same fucking floats year after year.
Fourth of July: Same fucking corporations executing the same fucking fireworks year after year.
Block Party: Same fucking hipsters executing the same fucking douchefest year after year.
Hempfest: More fucking hippies executing yet another fucking douchefest year after year.
Now THAT was fucking funny. FTW.
So, actually, I think this weather was pretty awesome.
If not, I just did.
Go ahead and cancel the airshow, but take the faggots as well. We don't need either.
I really can't blame the poor dear though. I think the noise gets to him. If not the noise of the jets, then the noise of our dogs, plus the noise of us shouting at them to shut up.
To make matters worse, I can't stand warm weather.
In any event, he's a wonderful gardener, who gives us all kinds of produce, and I wouldn't want to distract him from that. I listen to him pontificate (it's not just the gays. He pretty much disapproves of the way everyone does everything) take my bushel basket and go on my way.
Except being a faggot requires no particular skill, talent and in Seattle, balls.
Unless you move to Kirkland.
The rain is making my basil and carrots quite happy.