In the next few weeks, Little Johnny's party comes to town.
I know, I know Lil J. No one ever took you seriously. You told all your homeboys every year that you were going to throw the biggest shindig this side of the sheep sex worker industry but no one believed you.
They were like "Yeah yeah, Lil J. You cool, you cool, but we gonna kick it in Malaysia this year."
But now you're finally going to show them. You're bringing all of your homeys to one of the prettiest places in the world… and who cares that it looks just like a communist state.
Yes ladies and gentlemen, APEC is coming to Sydney much to the irritated faces of residents.
What might be seen as something important and fancy by the eyes of the dignitaries arriving is certainly not reflected in the eyes of the tired faces who board the trains, go to work, go home, and deal with this sort of shit everyday.
While important people like President George W. Bush dine on lavish meals and look out at the Harbour Bridge's welcoming APEC sign, Sydneysiders will be required to present identification to cross a road.
At least we know why the chicken didn't cross the road. Where the hell is a chicken supposed to keep his wallet or purse? Poultry pockets aren't exactly part of their anatomy. He must have kept trying and trying only to be denied entry every time.
And all he wanted to do was to check out Sydney's beautiful Botanical Gardens. But that would have all been in vain anyway since half of that is being allocated as garden space for the twenty or so important people who are apparently important to somebody… somewhere… I mean they've got to be, surely.
And then you've got the loud speakers all over the city, the incoming extra police and military, the fences, the concrete blocks…
All we really need is a curfew and we'll be one of those places we'd normally otherwise condemn.