You know, when there’s that guy you don’t really like a whole lot already, and then he gets all done up on an eightball of coke and won’t shut the hell up, so now you really can’t stand him?
Because he just keeps fucking talking, loudly and, of course quickly, like he’s a friggin’ political genius and he’s got all the answers and he knows who’s wrong and he can make crazy predictions about when the next major chunk of freeway will fall. And seriously man, he’s been stating the obvious for years.
And you know when you’ve only gotten a few hours sleep because you have very little self control and went to bed late with a belly full of whiskey and no food and then got stuck behind an Amtrak on the way to work that would move one way a little bit, and then the other, and then back the other way, so that after seven and a half minutes of watching this you finally decide to try another way in a squeal of tire burning fury so that essentially you just want to take coke guy out back and kick the living shit out of him even though your knee is hurting for some reason?
I am so happy that there’s a three day weekend coming…
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