RaT DoG rat dog RAT DOG...
Two deviant hill-jacks in a shitty car just called me "rat-dog"... i didn't notice that they were doing it
at first because i currently live in a hellish part of ohio that is filled with hicks. i'm used to hearing
the yokels scream odd things into the air; so when i heard two toothless bastards spouting something about
a “rat-dog,” i just assumed it's some kind of active worship of one of their gods or something. (you know
like: and on the third day rat-dog said "::squeek:: LET THERE BE RUSTY FORDS AND CHEWING TOBACCO ::arf::"
and then there were rusty fords and chewing tobacco) it initially warms your heart to see two mold farmers
so compassionate and abrasive about their beliefs. but then, i noticed that it was not with a respectful
tone that they addressed this "rat-dog." even more troubling was the fact that the passenger of the
vehicle was staring at me like my dick was hanging out or something. at that point i realized their
insolence and i wanted to ask them if they tried to mock and degrade me because they felt i was less of a
man than they were because i never let my sister fuck me in the ass with a cattle prod, or because i
never personally showed a small barnyard animal exactly how many more inches of a man i was than them, or
whatever other disturbing and down right *icky* reason. but alas, before i could put forth my inquiry,
the two farm-folk put the peddle down on their "aspire" and got the fuck out of there.
(if you didn't know an "aspire" is one of those midget hatch back cars that's about two inches long
and is such a bitch-car that it should come with a tampon dispenser hanging out of the ceiling....
it makes it even more insulting being heckled from a car like that but then again there's only so much
offense you can take from someone who knows the anatomy of a walmart
remington shotgun better then that of a human girl.
the end.
andy 
