Not to be negative

but I have a story.

I was at Wal-mart last night with my lovely non-wife, and I got a new cd. (Jet, Get Born.) So I take the lady home, then on my way to my house I open the cd to realize it is damaged in a way where it will never work. So I take it back to wal-mart, even though I have a two hour drive ahead of me and it is already 10 'o' clock. So, I get into wal-mart, and are immediately given the greatest amount of shit by a woman who works there (and has low-level hygiene standards). I finally get her to get off her ass and help me, and as Im leaving I realize that she is not very attractive, and probably doesnt have that much going for her (I mean, she's in her 30s and working at Wal-mart). I feel sorry for her, and vow to be nicer to people like that. As Im walking away, the detector beeps as Im going through the door. The door security lady comes over, and asks if there is anything I have not paid for. The lady who has JUST HELPED ME, and failed to scan the cd thing that makes it beep, comes over and asks me "what my problem is now", in a very annoyed tone. I was immediately reminded of a song I used to listen to. The following is a transcript of the lyrics, my dedication to the lovely woman at the Terrell wal-mart:

I hope you flip some guy the bird
he cuts you off and you're forced to swerve
in front of a beatles tour bus, a bookmobile, and a mack truck
hauling hazardous biological waste
the light turns red, you have no brakes
and hard copy gets it all on tape
so you can see the look on your face

I hope your pinto begins to spin, takes out a disabled vietnam veteran
mows down a nobel peace prize winner and maybe some orphans having christmas dinner
perhaps even the british royal family,
and the rabbi thats clutching the bottle-fed puppy
and we cant forget the newlyweds and those Jerry's kids are as good as dead

I hope this helps to emphasize
I hope this helps to clarify
I hope you die

I hope your cellmate thinks hes god but CNN refers to him as "Bowling Ball Bag Bob"
serving time again for Abuse of the Corpse
only this time the victims a pie-tailed horse
while he masturbates to photos of livestock
he does the Silence of the Lambs dance to christian rock
eats feces and quotes from Deliverance
and fights with his imaginary playmate Vince

I hope he grins like Jack Nicholson
and forces you to play a game called "Balls-on-chin"
and whatever happens next is all a blur
but you remember "Fist" can be a verb
and when you finally regain consciousness, you're bound and gagged, in a wedding dress
and the prison guard looks the other way
cause hes the guy you flipped the bird the other day

I hope this helps to emphasize
I hope this helps to clarify
I hope you die