Rubberneckers
I had no idea it was
soccer season, I’m totally a baseball fan, so it was a surprise to me, when
those thugs took advantage of the slow traffic, ran up on that station wagon,
and ripped off every one of its freaking flags. They yanked them from the
sides; the hood, and they tore that giant banner right off its pole. Then one
big gym rat grabbed the pole, ran around to the front of the wagon, and started
smashing the hood with it. As he did so, he screamed,
“Come on out hea ya
mooks!”
Those poor Argentines
were terrified, and while he was doing that, the group threw the banner on the street, and dance on it. A pompous fat dude
who looked like the popping fresh dough boy, was so audacious as to take
his little weenie out, and pee on the the flag, which was crumpled up on the
street.
“Will ya lookey det
shit, Geoige!”
“Damn man, why don
they git outa da an fite, yo.”
“They wuds gits
moided, man…they be out numbahd.”
“Yea guess they would,
but diz fweaking crowd, man.”
“They gots no cohones
man!”
Nobody got out of
their cars, the freaking rubberneckers just drove around them, and nobody from the crowd…Well, we just looked on as
though we were mesmerized by it all. In a way it was like a surreal scene right
out of a movie, but I’m sure that for those few moments, the Argentines found
themselves in a living hell, they were in a nightmare.
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