Dear Young Super Geek @ Hardly Normal(Harvey Norman),

You are a  despicable little shit know it all.Your pimply teenage head needs to mature before you can stand there and prattle on about the virtue of purchasing an over priced gaming device.I dubb them Phoney but you may call them SONY if you haven’t been ripped off by them of late.Smut Man and Myself have already dabbled in the art of obtaining a Wii, FUCKING HELL…this machine of black brings out the beast in any person capable of stringing a simple sentence along.So today we went forth into the land of Hardly Normal with eleventy billion other idiots buying senseless electrical shit, ahem,like us.It was a partcularly cool day on the shiney shiney coast.The children in tow we head into the masses,oh dear lord I hate sloth like neanderthals all slobbering over SHIT.We had come for a Phoney PS3,left with a printer, sd card and the said PHONEY.As we navigated our way through the gelatonous masses to the GAMING SECTION we are greated by the above,PIMPLY SHIT TURD HEAD.Oh you will just love the PS3 IT’S THIS THIS AND THIS.Smut man stood with his eyes affixed on turd head, as he is well aware of the said products features, as for me, well to be honest I don’t give a fuck.It’s a noisy ungodly piece of black crap that just happens to keep the ferals less feral.Pimple boy was still going on, I had my printer, I just wanted to buy the FUCKER and leave.The slobs where getting closer and my level of politeness had dropped to ZERO.So we haggled and haggled, the internal phone rang,Smut man offered to take the call and tell them to FUCK OFF,,OH NO said pimple boy I am not allowed to answer the phone..WHAT THE FUCK.After the invoice was finally printed we head to the main counter,TO WAIT A FUCKING GAIN.Dribbling fools buying fake fire places and blenders that will only collect dust.As we reached our cashier and the transaction was made, we made haste out the door.Back in the car, back to my bubble of normality.On to the next shopping venue to purchase a cable that of course does not come with the PHONEY.More money more time watching fools strutting around like pigions.The youth of today all millng in the walk way only to be bowled over by Smut Man..he gave them a stern lecture on their selfish ways.We eat in the pit, surrounded by more pimply face gits sharing A COOKIE..YES a lone cookie split 4 ways.I thought if it had been a hash cookie then yeh,why not but a COOKIE WITH COCOLATE CHIPS.The eldest of the pimplies held the said cookie and split it wth such precision I am sure he had peformed some mathematical analysis on it prior to the 4 way split.Maybe it’s the GFC and cookies are so pricey maybe they are weight concious pimplies who are saving their hard earned pocket money to buy PRO ACTIV in a vain attempt to shed the pimples,cos if Bieber can they can TOO. We depart the Pit and move onto more shops, more shit and more pimplies everywhere.Smut Man jaunts of to TARJE’T to purchase the infamous lead and the kiddies and I face the super market “THE MULTI NATIONAL RED SIGNED ONE” Coles.Up and down the rows of shit to get crap for school and something for DINNER,not TEA it’s DINNER people. The older oldies gather round the meat section phaffing on about the price of lamb cutlets, those rudely overpriced morsels that Smut Man needs at least 10 of just to touch the sides,we settle on steak and go about our afternoon safe in the knowlege that we have no need to rush home to defrost shit already purchased on shopping day.Smut Man meets us there with his purchases and we end up going through a checkout manned by some”male” that belonged on Little Britan.We have ended our day, THANK FUCK.Then Smut Man drives us all home only to have to set up that bloody PHONEY and Wii.It is now 9pm Smut Man has accomplished all his fatherly tasks and sat down to his desert.And so are the days of our lives……….do do do do do dooooooooooooooooo.


About A Goth In The Sun

I am an old Goth in an Emo world. Sometimes my blog can be serious sometimes just silly. It is hard to write about abuse at length & that is why they are infrequant. View all posts by A Goth In The Sun

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