Wednesday, March 04, 2009

The Day I Lost My Faith in Humanity, part XIII


WARNING: The following 911 call may cause rage-induced head implosion and/or crippling disillusionment with the world in which you live.



All I can picture while listening to this is the motionless body of some dude sprawled out on the floor, busy signal sounding from the phone now gently cradled in his cold, lifeless hand…

4 comments:

The Husky Bro said...

hey blaine,

I could get my ghetto pass revoked for telling you this so don't tell anyone, 'kay?

The majority of Black America hold our collective breath when we see stories like this on the news and all think to ourselves, as if with one mind, "Please, God, don't let this idiot be black, please???" To which God replies, "Dude, I'm hoping that they're a cat or something not made in my image! I think we're both in trouble."

I even more mad at the 911 operator who goes along with the dummy instead of putting those wasted tax dollars to work on somehow getting SWAT to tazer that processed chicken eating loser.

Anonymous said...

Wow. What a waste of so many things.

blaine_fridley said...

ty and katherine-

agreed and agreed.

Lucy Parker said...

I knew I should have called the cops when the lady at McDonald's told me that breakfast was served until noon instead of 10:30, like ALWAYS . . . i wanted my damn double quarter pounder