Wednesday March 26th ©

I don’t know what to write about.
I have a beef with what happened to some man on the bus when he was arrested for being drunk then tossed in the drunk tank.
Only problem is that he wasn’t drunk and suffers from mental illness the cause of which is still undetermined because he worked with hazardous viruses for the government.

The man who can’t talk and has trouble walking properly stumbled his way out of the house to buy his wife a present at the jewellery store to show his love and after he painfully made his way to the jewellery store he was dumped at home by the transit wannabe cops with a bag and an empty box from the jewellery store that once contained a necklace he bought from Sears for his wife.
The people of this city have stepped up to the plate offering to buy him a replacement bracelet for his wife.
In fact they have had so many offers he could probably open a jewellery store with what people want to give him.
The bus company has no comment or an apology but bus fares are going up.

So if you ever come to the Capital of Canada, don’t worry about the criminals, the bus drivers and transit cops are the ones that will beat and rob you first.
Did I mention they gave the man a $65 ticket for being drunk in a public place?

These aren’t even real cops.
They give these punks a whistle, a set of handcuffs and they run around town pretending they’re Wyatt Earp at the OK Corral taking and trying to impress women by taking down desperately lost disable people.

This is a public service that we help pay for with our tax dollars and the best we can do is hire a bunch delinquents and rejects from the boy scouts to become transit cops.
Might as well hire the Hells Angels to catch drug dealers, they probably do a better job of it too.
What happened to serve and protect or has it been changed to self serve and lubricated for easier getaway?
I am sure there will be more to this story as the man is going to court for being impaired in a public place.

At the rate things are deteriorating to our social structure impaired driving will soon become safer than taking the bus.

I guess I could write a post about that.
Or I could write a post about all the fun I am having with my guest.
We went out last night to the pub for they’re all you can eat wings.
I managed to scoff down three pounds before I stopped fearing the size of the egg I would be laying ion the morning if I ate any more.
My date drank down 6 margaritas while I teased the cute barmaid that was serving us.
I had her laughing, blushing and a little wet.
I asked her to check and she actually stuck her hand down to see.
Now that’s service if you ask me and that’s why she got a nice tip.
She had this cute little lizard tattoo above her right butt cheek to.
She bought us a couple of Samboukas for the road and I promised to be back to abuse her a little more.

It has been awhile since I have been to that pub, every since the owner insulted one of my friends.
She told them they were out of toilet paper in the woman’s washroom and he told her to go to the gas station to wipe her butt so about 50 of us walked out and he lost the business within 14 months.

I got in without being seen and sat at the bar where I normally sit and was ok for about an hour and someone saw me. Then they all slowly drifted over to say hi.
It’s been two years since I had been in there and catching up was great.

I could write a post about that.

Or I could say that today is my Birthday and avoid writing a post all together.
I am feeling kind of tired from all the thrashing around I have been doing lately and maybe a little lazy.
Yeah that’s what I should do.
Take the lazy way out.

Hi, I am not writing a post today because it’s my birthday.
Forty-nine year ago, Wednesday March 26 1959 I was born and my mother’s pussy has never been the same since.
Hell my brother fell out according to her when it was his turn to be born.
Hmmm I was born on hump day; that may explain a lot.

Have a nice day

Walker