How Winston Churchill and turkeys become one

"TURKEY TURKEY TURKEY TURKEY TURKEY TURKEY TURKEY TURKEY,
BADGER, BADGER!
TURKEY TURKEY TURKEY TURKEY TURKEY TURKEY TURKEY TURKEY,
BADGER, BADGER!
TURKEY TURKEY TURKEY TURKEY TURKEY TURKEY TURKEY TURKEY,
BADGER, BADGER!
A SNAKE! OHH NO! A SNAKE!!!!"

This is what was going through my head while dealing with inbred mouth-breathers this past weekend. I don't know if it was them being to dumb to figure out what the padlock pictures (locked or unlocked) on the portapotties ment, {duh, it might be unlocked meaning AVAILABLE, or locked meaning SOMEONE'S TAKEING A SHIT, PEEING, OR WACKING OFF, & DOES NOT WANT TO BE WALKED IN ON!}.

Or, it might be how they show up @ 5:00 in the morning, & set up a series of lawn chairs on the parade route, AND TIE THE M-F'ING THINGS TOGATHER SO THEY DO NOT GET MOVED BEFORE THE 2 PM START OF THE FREAKING THING!

It could also be that the WHOLE friggin town closes, {and they get pissy if you try to buy something 20 min before closing}, just to see a damn turkey run four blocks down a street. {they need to watch the chairs for nine hours to make sure no-one hides a Glock in a cup holder, or a fully auto shotgun in the carry bag}. {{ BTW don't think of taking a gun into the *good lord's thrift shop* on 10th street, they are banned there}}

I have worked multi-day street dances where people had been drinking for 3 days, and I have never met more rude, inconciderate, bi-polarly genetically mutated assholes. I counted 4 or 5 people going around scouting for pop & beer cans, {as well as dumpster-diving for said objects of income}. And these same people ignoring the food plates & plastic bottles on the ground next to empty trash cans.

On the funny side, I did entertain myself for about 15-20 minutes watching some elderly guy grabbing at different spots of the backside of a porta-potty trying to find the door. It was amusing , and I was finnaly going to help him when one of the 18 city cops came up & told him that the door was on the other side.

Him & 5 other buzz-headed boys in black were standing & chatting on the sidewalk next to where I was the whole time watching like I was, and chatting up teen-age girls. I would hate to see how they would have responded to a 911 call.

Oh well. I guess they may have heard Churchill saying "Keep buggering on...", and mis-understood.

Blessed Be, Dr. Strangelove