This entry isn't about those who go to disneyland and where the retarded shirts with mickey on it, and walk around with those little jew caps with mouse ears on them.
It's about the disabled people who ride the rascals all over and those bastards with crutches and wheel chairs.
You know the ones... the ones that just go full bore at you with the same reckless abandon that probably cost them the use of their legs to begin with when cruising through PACKED crowds of people. I know when I'm WALKING through crowds of people I often at least say, "excuse me, pardon me, sorry" What do these Rascal Retards say? NOTHING! If you are lucky you will hear some beeping as they backup over your open toed sandals!!!
So I plan my day at disney as any proper nerd should. Strict itinerary with approximate wait times for rides, time it takes to get from ride to ride, fast pass optimization etc. One wrench and only one. THESE DAMN HANDIES all popping up in my way. Cutting to the front of the line with their extra special entourage (line cutting moochers). This will bring the progress of the regular line to a screeching halt!
Now because I'm epicly amazing my itinerary was fine. All rides were ridden on in a timely fashion but every time there was a problem, it was those handi-bastards.
Now, let me back peddle a little bit. There are those who when I see them causing a hold up my first instinct is, WHAT THE FUCK JUST GET IN THE RIDE! Then I realize they have a TRUE disability. Can't actually move their legs, or whatever. Then I back off and suck it up. They have enough problems trying to get around in life as they are TRULY disabled. So those FEW people that REALLY are disabled and actually need the assistance getting up to the ride etc. You know what... cool. I've got no problem with that. BUT!!!!
But those idiots who broke their leg a week before going to disneyland? FUCK YOU get to the back of the line!!!
Too fat to walk all over disneyland the whole day? Your weak little cankles can't hold up to the MASSIVE weight being thrown down thanks to gravity? So what do you do? You get one of those little rascal scooters. GET OFF YOUR FAT ASS AND WALK!!! You can bring a chair with you and sit down as you wait in line you FAT BASTARDS. I'm not going to rant on the fat bastards any more. I'm sure that rant will rear it's fat ugly head again later as it has in the past.
Now how about the handi entourage? The bastards who all hitch a ride to the front on the heels of the pork bellied, rascal running menaces. You fuckers need to all get to the rear of the line as well! Stop faking a friendship with a fatty so you can get to the front of the line!!! Damn douche bags.
Once again, those who are TRULY handicapped, disabled, whatever the proper word is. Who go to the front with their immediate family, (wife/husband son/dauhgter) fine. Those fat bastards who go to the front with their (and yes I saw this) 8 person group, including their second cousins, nephew in laws girlfriend, to the front of the line need to fucking get stuck on it's a small world for the unforeseeable future!
thank you,
hugemoron out.
