You know what’s crazy? I’ll tell you what’s crazy.
Target Exhibitionist.
He’s the guy who flashed the sales girls in the dressing room the other day.
Just took off his pants, and hung it out there for all to see.
Why dude?
What short circuit in your brain is frying your reasoning, your ability to make good decisions in public?
Fruit loops like this guy give all guys a bad name.
One bad apple can spoil the whole damn bunch.
Just ask Michael Jackson, right Mike.
Some women have their issues. You crazy girls know who you are.
But women don’t perp on kids in a van down by the river.
Women don’t usually drive into a school yard and pull down their pants and play with themselves in front of kids.
No, this is a crime committed by fractured men who are synaptically inept.
And these few guys are so defective it gives all guys a bad name.
These guys are like a box of fine China dropped out of the back of the UPS truck.
It rattles when it gets to your porch and it’s useless.
These guys are like a computer that won’t connect to the internet. They are a hose that doesn’t quite attach to the spigot.
So this synaptically deficient idiot takes a pair of jeans into the Target dressing room.
The jeans don’t fit or so he says, so he yells to the young sales girls to get him another pair.
They bring him a pair of pants and prepare to hand them over the door.
That’s when police say he opens the door and stands there in all his glory.
The sales girls are horrified, hand him the jeans and walk away.
The exhibitionist gets his jollies.
But it’s not enough.
He asks for another pair of jeans.
This time a 17 year old girl delivers the jeans.
She has no idea. Why didn’t her friends warn her. Why would she expect anything weird.
And then he does it again.
The freak open the door and is naked from the waist down a 2nd time.
Jesus dude.
It’s crazy.
He buys the pants and laughs with the sales girls.
He is nonchalant, casual, then leaves.
I show the video on the news.
Police want him for indecent exposure.
The sales girls want to press charges.
A guy like this needs to be identified.
Where does it stop?
The dressing room?
The school yard.
The van down by the river?
Why do freaks like this give all dudes a bad name?
Life’s Crazy™
And the Target Exhibitionist.