See, THIS is how you write about gutter punks without forcing anybody to defend them. I don't know how the rest of you I,As manage to make the likes of crusties, hipsters and ticket scalpers seem so relatable (I'm lying, you do it by ranting about them in a way that makes you sound totally unhinged), but it's pretty fucking ridiculous how often I find myself forced to play devil's advocate around here.

Gotta love Spring and the Rose Festival and all that stuff....

For some reason this is giving Clockwork Orange flashbacks.

I say kick 'em square in the yarbles!!!!

Of course he was insulting your clothing, it cannot defend itself, duuuhhh.

7.4

Street scum has nothing to lose; you do. You kick them - they sue you. It's the next rung up from pretending to sneeze on freshly served plates at sidewalk cafes.

Furthermore, without going into the sordid details, technically the term, "Blue Balls," has a connotation other than as rendered above.