I'm driving by some local lake in a middle-class hilly neighborhood and I notice some construction going on. Crews and boats building what may be docks or a bridge are setting pilings in the water. A whole lot of pilings. There is heavy equipment unloading timber from flatbed 18-wheelers and folks coating the timber with creosote. I get around some of them but on my way up a hill there is a big tanker truck blocking the road and it's leaking creosote all over the road. I get out to go up and ask the driver to move and when I get halfway past the rig sprinkler heads come on and it starts spraying creosote all over creation. I can't go forward or backward or I'll get drenched in this shit. I'm still getting it all over me. It shuts off after a few minutes and a woman appears. She's got very dark lipstick on, short black hair with purple tips, and glasses. She's wearing a white labcoat and she's carrying a clipboard. She might have been hot if she weren't a total woke dykebitch. I go up to her and ask who's going to pay for the cleanup, and also who's going to buy me new clothes. She laughs at this and says nobody is. I said that yes, somebody is and she says she's gonna call the cops. I tell her to do so by all means.
Instead of cops showing up, 3 more women show up. They are also woke dykebitches and they are also kinda hot. They are ridiculing me for demanding justice for their environmental disaster and I start rubbing my creosote-covered clothes up against them, tarnishing their pristine white labcoats. They don't like that very much.
dulcima 1 points 1 month ago
Right...