Let this be our final protest.

Alright, so its just one average day, piles of snow, children laughing... and me stuck inside wiping tables. Shoot me, my job SUCKS. Anyways, as I was minding my own terrible buisness, I couldn't help but relize people carrying HUGE picket signs come barging into the restuarant with thier pansy "No war" written all over it. Jesus christ, these signs were so abnoxously huge that the people carring them looked like they were about to topple over, but what can you expect from a peace loving hippy. This alone pises me off beyond belief. Those assholes come in shoving their propaganda down my throat on a day where I was hoping I could be left alone; eventually so I could go home and Masturbate in silence. However fate smilied upon us restaurant slaves as there was an enormous wait in front of the hippies, causing many to leave after spitting all over themselves in displeasure. The fight was not over yet, however.

Thinking that the little encounter at work was just another little gift from Satan, I left the cursed place. Being the adventurous type, I decided to wander off to some strange place I've never been to before. This was obviously a hypnotic trance the hippies had me in because I still cannot figure out why I did this. Continuing on... after being lured a couple blocks west, they got me. Dozens of them ambushed me right there, yelling things like "No war on Iraq!" and "Your soul will be eaten if you don't like Iraq!" and then even "I'm only doing this so my girlfriend will give me a blowjob!". Well okay maybe that last one was just a bit of a passive message. Anyways it was horrible, I had to dash through 3-6 foot mountains of snow just to escape their mutated mutationness. I got away eventually. As always.

Well, as an overview of this, I would like to say that the protesters have gone too far... ehrm, again. Therefore, I will start a protest to end all protests. I'll hire a bunch of people/force a bunch of friends to hold up signs that say "PROTESTERS SUCK!" and march around city hall, nevermind the irony. Eventually they'll get the idea.

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