"Hey man, how's it going?" I looked at him

"Hey man, how's it going?" I looked at him up and down, I couldn't stand him and only now I felt the freedom to say so. "Eagerly awaiting the sweet release and relief of death"

in a shopping carts I stole from Walgreens, and that bastard laughed a bastardy laugh that bounced around San Francisco like a drunk hooker made of rubber.

That reminds me, btw, of the great San Francisco rubber hooker boycott of '02. It lasted until all rubber hookers were certified biodegradable and dolphin-friendly. The bastard

dolphin who started the boycott in the first place was Willy McFlipper. A mean lean sort of dolphin who'd been fighting for marine mammal rights ever since the great

March to SeaWorld '06.The scar from back then hadn' t quite yet faded,his nightterrors were still keeping him up at night."Wonder what ever became of Saul",he thought,holding his

shotgun and pointing it at the dolphin that had given him his scar. "Goodbye, Saul, from seaworld." he said to the petrified dolphin behind the glass. CRACK! He blasted at the tank

As the dolphin chased him through the lake that had just formed. Saul was a poor swimmer.

So to say that the dolphin was chasing him is stretching the truth because the dolphin caught him right away and proceeded to take him down taking away his lunch money and

punching him in the face only a quahog could love. In fact, teenaged quahogs had posters of his face all over their walls. But not after this incident, which cut that career short.