“I mean, surely you have something of some value to say, and you’re not just running your mouth for the sake of doing so? No? Okay. Then I guess it will be of no consequence if you shut the fuck up for ten minutes and enjoy the harsh sounds of your own inner-monologue. What a cruel life you must live that you cannot be alone with your thoughts.”
KAY? Kay.
I know a lot of people are all “oooh, violence is bad blah blah blah” but I’m curious. At what point is it called for to meet fire with fire?
Descent into the storm.
Dad calls
“Come out to the kitchen, I got you a present.”
“Okay, one second.”
So I go out there and he hands me a coconut.
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I don’t know why everybody complains about driving in the snow. I have bald as fuck tires and this is awesome. Like a roller coaster at every turn.
Lest we forget.
Hipster bridge picture. Featuring me.
The fire alarm has been going off for half an hour and it keeps stopping briefly then starting again and I’m sat in the bathroom with a cheesestring because its the only place without an alarm so its slightly quieter. Urge to kill… rising.
I think that’s rather unsafe to not have a fire alarm in the bathroom. What if you’re taking like, the best shit ever and never want to leave the toilet and the alarm goes off and you don’t realize it because you can’t hear it and you stroll out bathroom with the newspaper under your arm like a boss after your glorious 30 minute shit only to find that the rest of the building is engulfed in an inferno and other people are running around in flames screaming with their flesh melting off making that distinctive fltltltltltl sound as it drips to the ground like wax? That’s just not the way I want to die, man.
Don’t block the door, sign!