quiet morning. wind whips a tattered sheet of fog thru the street. an asian tard galumphs to the corner, clutching a claw. he stabs the claw towards the ground and grins foolishly at the bit of paper caught between its tines. five more asain tards wander semi-purposefully up behind him. one of whom has a garbage bag to which the first tard triumphantly carries his bit of trash. six or so more orbit the group restlessly, all have claws, all are bent on one purpose–civic minded duty. not a piece of trash on clement street will be safe for asian tards are on patrol, and before the day is out no doubt the street will be spotless.
April 14, 2004 by
taskforce
Categories: General
Ahh, the commonality of the word “tard” in this particular social circle is somehow refreshing. Spoken with such love. what would we do without them and their tireless cleanup efforts?
i would probably stop throwing my trash on the ground to watch them pick it up, for starters.
Fine, take away all my joy. Just take it all. That’s fine.
yes, they’ll pick that up too if you let em. they are industrious little guys.