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Fans Speak Out on Pondicherry Lockout

By Fingers Rolly
Man on the Street

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Let me say right out– I’ve had enough of this fucking shit. God damn clowns running this show– they oughta’ take that simple mother fucker “Inner Hammer” out to one of those large ocean cages and string him up to a fucking derrick. I don’t have any time left for any of this horseshit. Half the fucking time, I’m fucking sitting here in my little shitcan of a kitchen, screaming out at that son of a bitch desert, all cracked and brown. Those fucking cactuses with those needles. God damn this whole degenerate country.

I got this little outhouse of a man that comes in twice a week. I said to the company, “Get me one of them little bitches that I could throw a batch at.” I was only fucking kiddin’ but these pissants got all upset and sent me this guy built like a god damn brick shithouse. You oughta’ see him.

Fucker doesn’t know how to make a pot of decent coffee. I end up with fucking brown pee, is what I get. Four pots of fucking brown pee all day. And that’s what it’s like now. Brown pee and a constant series of screams and howls at that asshole of a desert.

We put out a little driveway of rocks, me and the god damn outhouse. Bought ’em special at House Dump*. I supervised the big sack of shit and it took all day. Next morning, what do you think happened? Bunch of fucking kids came down from the hills, fucked the rocks all up. Kicked ’em out into the yard– that fucking yard just fucking brown baked shit. I got the outhouse to fix ’em up again and the very next morning those degenerates come down from the hills again. Shitballs.

That’s all I know today.

*Popular Lankville hardware chain.

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