It's like a frickin' sociology experiment in here -- training monkeys to use currency or something. Hey, I'll give everyone a can if you'll shut the fuck up about the cans already. And then later on whoever has the most cans can redeem them for a hand job. Will that make y'all happy/?? WILL IT?
yeah... but seriously, I know, you got your little community going on, you got your cans, you got your sous entendues and your supers entendues and I come along all not givin' a flyin' fuck about the cans, as if I'm some kinda dirty greasy homeless dude in a tshirt crashing your suit 'n tie workplace christmas party at the snob-theme $75/plate restaurant, and the dude who invited me in is all like getting frowns and stern looks.
well you know I don't give a fuckitty fuck fuck fuck shit cock piss pu$$y as far as I'm concerned you alls have your heads firmly ensconced in your cloacas you know that's all I see is a bunch a stuck up snobs with no sense of humor and irony.
fuckin' cans... fuck! it's like there's some fuckin' 12 yr old hurlin' rocks at your car as you drive by every day, same place, same spot, same time, clink clink clink. Jesus Christ on a bicycle it's a fuck*ng jalopy for christsakes! It's like a fuckin' 1980's ford escort, and you're all like wow, I put a dent in the ford escort! That'll show him! Every fuckin' day.
So I dunno what the fuck is goin' on, if your pet dog is molesting you while you sleep or something, but takin' it out on someone because they drive an ugly car just isn't gonna make you happy in the long run. Trust on this. I think the only path to true happiness for you all is probably meth, or heroin if you can afford it.