03-15-2004, 10:12 PM
If you go or went to Radford be ashamed. Be very ashamed.
This evening after an unsuccessful attempt at eating a "Budget Gourmet" frozen dinner of unknown age, I decided I would head over to the local McD's for a hearty meal to whet my palette. Now Im no junk-food addict, but those new flatbread sandwiches are some damn good stuff.
After finishing my delightful lettuce and chicken goodness (and an imprompteu chocolate sundae, so maybe I am a junk food addict after all) I leave the warm glow of the golden arches and head out to my car. I casually notice that a couple of females on the other side of the parking lot walking from their civic towards a particularly mullet-riffic mustang. Even through imprecise long range radar it was apparent that these females were not worthy of a man such as The EvanÔäó so I paid them no mind, and watched them drive from a high-class Mcdonalds Rendezvous in the mustang off to a night of huffing pole and bending over the back seat.
I know what you are thinking, "get to the damn point, no-one cares about your adventures with mcdonalds and loose women" well ok then.
As I approached my car, I noticed the civic owned by the aforementioned promiscuous females was parked next to my miata. Very close. Very very effing close. The civic was parked in an end spot, and a very large one as end-row spots tend to be, yet the stupid cunt decided to park literally half way into my spot. So close, that a miata, the smallest car on the road, did not have room to open the door enough for me to get in the car. I had to get in through the passenger side and crawl over. The bovine friend of the civic driver however, decided a nice big door gash in my fender would be much smarter than crawling her fat ass out the other side, or even telling her friend to re-park the damn car. But I suppose I should show them some slack, mullet-lust was obviously clouding their judgement.
So I know what you are saying "what the hell does this have to do with Radford"
well my fine friend, the improperly piloted civic in question had a large "Radford University" sicker applied to the rear glass (crooked, I might add) so not only do Radford women live up to their promiscuous mullet-hunting reputation, but they cant drive a damn car either.
I just wish I had my camera.
This evening after an unsuccessful attempt at eating a "Budget Gourmet" frozen dinner of unknown age, I decided I would head over to the local McD's for a hearty meal to whet my palette. Now Im no junk-food addict, but those new flatbread sandwiches are some damn good stuff.
After finishing my delightful lettuce and chicken goodness (and an imprompteu chocolate sundae, so maybe I am a junk food addict after all) I leave the warm glow of the golden arches and head out to my car. I casually notice that a couple of females on the other side of the parking lot walking from their civic towards a particularly mullet-riffic mustang. Even through imprecise long range radar it was apparent that these females were not worthy of a man such as The EvanÔäó so I paid them no mind, and watched them drive from a high-class Mcdonalds Rendezvous in the mustang off to a night of huffing pole and bending over the back seat.
I know what you are thinking, "get to the damn point, no-one cares about your adventures with mcdonalds and loose women" well ok then.
As I approached my car, I noticed the civic owned by the aforementioned promiscuous females was parked next to my miata. Very close. Very very effing close. The civic was parked in an end spot, and a very large one as end-row spots tend to be, yet the stupid cunt decided to park literally half way into my spot. So close, that a miata, the smallest car on the road, did not have room to open the door enough for me to get in the car. I had to get in through the passenger side and crawl over. The bovine friend of the civic driver however, decided a nice big door gash in my fender would be much smarter than crawling her fat ass out the other side, or even telling her friend to re-park the damn car. But I suppose I should show them some slack, mullet-lust was obviously clouding their judgement.
So I know what you are saying "what the hell does this have to do with Radford"
well my fine friend, the improperly piloted civic in question had a large "Radford University" sicker applied to the rear glass (crooked, I might add) so not only do Radford women live up to their promiscuous mullet-hunting reputation, but they cant drive a damn car either.
I just wish I had my camera.