Life of Anderzone

As an normal (somewhat) human on this fucked up planet, there are two things I hate. Old people who can hardly walk, driving cars. And overexcited asholes who claims that life is full of sunshine and lavalamps.

 

Two days ago I ws walking about, minding my own business. A tad bit depressed in that wonderfully human way. Boom! A salesman stood in my path. I desided to listen to the fucker, since I had plenty of time and nothing to do. When I said those words....he started laughing. Like a little schoolgirl trying to pull of an innocent laughter to her creepy uncle with the ugly glasses. After his David Lynch-inspirated character-laughter he started to become a human been again.

 

He talked and talked and talked, going on about his job. He worked for a big and famous company trying to preserve nature. He gave facts and ideas about the reason behind the company. Nothing wrong there. Some of the facts was very interesting. But then it happened again. Giggle attack, coming directly after his own unessecary "imitation" of a man with a pipe forming the organisation. Who the hell was this guy? What the hell was he up to?

The company as a whole is damn interesting. Preserving nature is a good cause. But did I sign? Fuck no! The salesman was either high as fuck or really fucking retarded! Talk about an overexcited jester! And that is why I cant take phony, superdooper happy assholes. And the world is creamed with them!