blast from the past!

I just found this old diary entry from......flashback music...................

1/26/04 Dingo Dizmal - So I'm not trying to be mean but I had a sandwich yesterday and on the wrapper it came in, among other things I saw it was made of pressed ham, say it…. pressed ham
Is this worth eating pressed ham if the poor thing had to succumb to the pilgrim execution called “Pressing” a fate in which the accused is set on the ground with a wooden frame laid across the top and big rocks are lowered on top until the damned do confess.
But that’s neither here nor there.
Doc and I took in the piles of cans that are hidden away in the dark passages of the “Stately Clown Manor” today.
It was a sickening experience.
Doc was riding the newly fixed up “Small-tall” (see bike gallery) with a trailer and I was riding the trike (not shown yet) both full of deposit cans worth 5 cents each and we went to the local grocery store to cash them in.
As soon as we got there, we saw a swarm of people around the half dozen collection machines bitching and fighting over already crushed cans and jockeying for pole position in front of the can collectors.
One troglodyte that stood out was a mullet headed mouth breather who was yelling,
“It don’t say it WONT take plastic” as he stuffed plastic soda bottle that had already been flattened into the unit that clearly said “GLASS on the top. He kept yelling this insane drivel
Doc got in line at began loading the hundreds of deposit cans, one by one into the machine as I guarded the bikes.
Another freak of nature stood around, drunkenly acting like he worked there telling everyone the best way to work the can angle and stealing crushed cans that he happily used to jam the can unit.
A latina woman with a baby in tow scowled at all the people and pushed her way into the fray. It looked like a bunch of seagulls fighting over a bit of chum, I laughed out frikking loud at the chaos, shopping carts dripping with can jizz jackknifed in the door way, a mob of people pushing and shoving in a little room, traffic getting held up, comedy gold!
Then the latina woman cut in front of a guy who had waited for twenty minuets and he lost it yelling at her and screaming like a chimp as she just ignored him and proceeded to jack his spot.
Doc and I made a little scratch for the computer fund and laughed the whole way home.
Dingo

..flashback music...................That was really fun, I miss Doc Chopper a lot.
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