Koon Kicking Kanga
03-11-2009, 11:00 AM
In the library after work today, collecting my weekly supply of reading material. i'm having my books scanned through the computer system, when my delicate nostrils are aasaulted by a mixture of body odour andthe rank stench of low quality tobacco smoke. look to my left, see a 40 something year old, ginger DREADLOCKS, looking like rats been chewing on the mess, and hear it (female, actualy) ask about oboonga's fiction, titled "dreams from my father." Now this makes me severely pissed off, here I am in one of the best regional libaries in the state, and they are using MY tax money to buy the HNICUS's literary filth.
It must be that the devil made me do it, but when the cute library woman told ginger dreads the catalogue number and where to find the book, I just had to comment that the book may have been moved since it had apparently been wrongly classified as nonfiction but was in reality pure fantasy and most likely not written by oboonga, and yes, that's the name I GAVE IT - oboonga. I knew library chick would understand, she had boong neighbours for over eighteen months, so she knows the true nature of the beast. The book was actually already on loan, but the niggerlover huffed and puffed, went red in the face, stamped its feet and tried to restrain itself from launching into a low grade nigloving chimpout. Amazingly, this nigloving white face actually reminded me of a chimpanzee, wide flat nose, bad teeth and protruding jaws.
Home searching the online library catalogue shows that FUCKING FOUR of oboonga's books have been bought by the library. Disgusted is the nicest single word I can use to describe how I feel about this waste of money.
It must be that the devil made me do it, but when the cute library woman told ginger dreads the catalogue number and where to find the book, I just had to comment that the book may have been moved since it had apparently been wrongly classified as nonfiction but was in reality pure fantasy and most likely not written by oboonga, and yes, that's the name I GAVE IT - oboonga. I knew library chick would understand, she had boong neighbours for over eighteen months, so she knows the true nature of the beast. The book was actually already on loan, but the niggerlover huffed and puffed, went red in the face, stamped its feet and tried to restrain itself from launching into a low grade nigloving chimpout. Amazingly, this nigloving white face actually reminded me of a chimpanzee, wide flat nose, bad teeth and protruding jaws.
Home searching the online library catalogue shows that FUCKING FOUR of oboonga's books have been bought by the library. Disgusted is the nicest single word I can use to describe how I feel about this waste of money.