It's Haiku time again people.
Derek an I took the dog out for a walk this morning and noticed that our window was down on the truck and the door was open. Oh yes, that's when that sinking feeling hits when you realize that something is terribly terribly wrong. Well some punk ass kid broke into our truck, broke the window and stole our stereo and insurance papers. We know he is a punk ass kid because he only took part of the stereo but without the other parts it wont work. So he proved himself an amateur idiot. So the image of that just pisses me off even more. You know exactly what this kid looks like. Probably between 16 and 23 years old, backwards baseball cap, droopy jeans with his underwear showing, vacant stare, and the IQ of an eraser. I am sure you all understand how I am feeling at this moment, that sort of worked up frustrated feeling when you have this visual image of one of the most loathsome creatures that walks the face of the planet, "The Punk Ass Kid", and you can visualize at least a dozen scenarios that involve you and the kid, alone, for half an hour, with a baseball bat, and there isn't a damn thing you can do about it. Except, keep imagining, and keep getting worked up and keep feeling the rising frustration. So you see, I really have no choice. It's either write the Haiku or develop stomach ulcers. so here I go:

Haiku for "The Punk Ass Kid"

Punk ass crap for brains
please visit again tonight
don't look behind you
because you better believe I am going to be there to shove your punk ass baseball cap your 6 gold chains and your entire eminem cd collection which I KNOW you own right up your ass and jam it all up there nice and tight by giving you a wedgie with your pathetic Walmart hanging out underwear you stupid head punk ass crap for brains why would you steal a stereo without all its parts are you a complete and utter moron and why wouldn't you take our Canadian tire money...
I mean its worth a lot you know?
maybe 5 bucks or something?
what's wrong with our Canadian tire money?
It's probably worth more than the stereo.
Okay I feel better now. Phew glad i got that off my chest.
People have got to learn not to mess with me. I'm serious. Later.