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Confused?
Michael considered fate at 22:55   |   Permalink   |   Post a Comment
Misundestand?

Well then fuck-fuck-fuck-fuck-fuck you, my man, and stop stinking up my shit. Cause it's clear you're making it into something it's not:

an issue.

What? That's what I thought. Isn't so obvious when someone's around to ask you questions. Ain't so easy when there are answers to be made. Huh?

Shut the fuck up. I wasn't talking to you, or you, or you, or even YOU so don't pretend like you have all of life's little answers - I bought a little toilet book for that at marden's for 99ยข, hey and it was even called life's little answer book so fuck you my man.

The funniest thing, the funnist thing of all really, is that I didn't even ASK YOU A QUESTION.

Calm down. Be quiet. Stop, think, listen. PAY THE FUCK ATTENTION. Do not, under any circumstances, blurt out the first thing that comes into your head. Firstly, it's rude. Secondly, it's probably going to make you sound like the dumbass bitch that you are. Do us all a favour and bite your lip.

If it bleeds - even better. Yah dig?

So fuck-fuck-fuck-fuck-fuck-fuck-fuckkkkkkk off and call it a day. Come back tomorrow when the ground crew has been through to clean up the mess you've made. And next time, watch where you step. Just cause you've learned to balance on two feet and you're so goddamned proud of yourself for it doesn't mean you should go walk around in traffic with your eyes closed..

Ciao


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