A choleric man who suffers from tourette talks to a random pedestrian. |
"Let it be said, you fucker, tourette syndrome is not fucking funny. The ever-present hiccups of cursing surround me like shit on diarrhea. I utter swear words at unpleasent times, shout uncontrollably at passers-by." "What you look at, pisser-by? Go mind your own business, you fucker! I too wish I could be silent at times; hell, do you think I find this shit funny? Shit escapes my mouth like diarrhea! Fuck it! It's the curse of fucking cursing!" "When did I start the cursing? I don't fucking know, random passer-by. I think I had real diarrhea when my mouth slipped and formed the word fucker. I was a kid and thought it was funny, but dad beat my ass more than sixty times." "It's been like that many times. I was beaten so often for cursing, that sometimes my head felt kind of funny. My mom gave me a gag for passers-by so I would not curse at them, these fuckers! God knows what causes this diarrhea." "I know that diarrhea is something different, I heard it times. Co-pro-fucking-la-lia, you fucker. Yeah, that is the doc's term for my cursing. Told me to be quiet 'round passers-by, they would find my cursing less than funny." "But.. you know what is funny? My favourite word, it's diarrhea! I will repeat it around passers-by; again and again, for so many times.. 'Diarrhea, fucker!' - God bless cursing! Docs say I'm crazy, but fuck these fuckers!" "You know - it's funny - for so many times did I hate diarrhea and cursing, but pisser-by: you shitty arse remain a fucker!" |