The Biotchitudes are a series of cursings that follow the behavior of nasty skank hos and bros that surrounded us at the beach on Saturday. The Biotchitudes are as follows:
The poor in driving skills and cutting me off; theirs is worthy of my middle fingers.
The severely drunk; they will be smitten with pukage all the nights of their days.
They that talk about oral sex in front of my one year old; they will have their genitalia destroyed by my hands.
Those whose voices penetrate my ears while I'm napping; theirs is a swift kick to the jimmy.
Those whose Frisbees nearly smack my kid in the head or my tender shoulder; they will get pantsed.
The make-outers; they will lick fecal matter.
Wearers of skimpy suits that don't cover their fat rolls; their eyes will be molested like mine have.
The users of the f word as noun, verb, adjective and past participle in one sentence; they will inherit a fart in their mouth.
The packs of 19 year olds; they will obtain an STD for their existence on my beach.
I hope you never find yourself a receiver of the Biotchitudes curses. If you do, you need to not be so lame...or find another beach.
You must have been traumatized to be composing "The Biotchitudes" at 7AM. Makes Mickler Beach in Jacksonville look really good. I miss Mickler Beach.
ReplyDeleteJeff you're killin me. Maybe you should present this in church as a follow up to your lesson.
ReplyDeleteAwesome!!! You painted a lovely picture of your beach experience. I hope they are all cursed with your curses.
ReplyDeleteWhat's so wrong with make-outers?
ReplyDeletegreat. i can't do any of the things i was planning to do with you guys this weekend.
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