The very existence of flamethrowers proves that some time, somewhere, someone said to themselves, "You know, I want to set those people over there on fire, but I'm just not close enough to get the job done."
Honesty may be the best policy, but it's important to remember that apparently, by elimination, dishonesty is the second-best policy.
I'm completely in favor of the separation of Church and State. My idea is that these two institutions screw us up enough on their own, so both of them together is certain death.
What exactly is life nowadays.
Rent, car payments, 2.5 children, 1.3 dogs in the yard, six credit cards maxed out because you want to create the illusion that you have money when in reality you have nothing because you work in some shitty warehouse or in the EMS system, a joint savings account, a flower bed, two car garage, a neighbor name Biff, a local country club, a nice green lawn that Jose and his 16 cousins maintain because your too fucking lazy from all the beer zoloft and paxil in your useless fucking head, go to church, take communion, wank one out in the booth and tell the priest how you want to go waco on your whole fucking household, bang the babysitter, live the fucking american dream, snort line of cheap coke off the hood of the car that sits in your garage for 15 years waiting to be restored but you can't afford it because your wife spends your cash on clothing to look nice for her new boyfriend, grow old, get prostate cancer, watch the fucking price is right, dream about sliding a finger down the weather girls ass crack, work somewhere for 25 years and get fired 2 weeks before retirement, fly off the handle, buy a gun, shoot everyone that has ever wronged you, scream about how it wasn't supposed to be this way, how your life was supposed to have meant something, how you wanted to change the world for the better, then in that last moment, the epiphany, the waking life, the fucking bullet entering the brain, the flash back to that one moment where everything went wrong,
Should have just said fuck it and lived in a box.
Honesty may be the best policy, but it's important to remember that apparently, by elimination, dishonesty is the second-best policy.
I'm completely in favor of the separation of Church and State. My idea is that these two institutions screw us up enough on their own, so both of them together is certain death.
What exactly is life nowadays.
Rent, car payments, 2.5 children, 1.3 dogs in the yard, six credit cards maxed out because you want to create the illusion that you have money when in reality you have nothing because you work in some shitty warehouse or in the EMS system, a joint savings account, a flower bed, two car garage, a neighbor name Biff, a local country club, a nice green lawn that Jose and his 16 cousins maintain because your too fucking lazy from all the beer zoloft and paxil in your useless fucking head, go to church, take communion, wank one out in the booth and tell the priest how you want to go waco on your whole fucking household, bang the babysitter, live the fucking american dream, snort line of cheap coke off the hood of the car that sits in your garage for 15 years waiting to be restored but you can't afford it because your wife spends your cash on clothing to look nice for her new boyfriend, grow old, get prostate cancer, watch the fucking price is right, dream about sliding a finger down the weather girls ass crack, work somewhere for 25 years and get fired 2 weeks before retirement, fly off the handle, buy a gun, shoot everyone that has ever wronged you, scream about how it wasn't supposed to be this way, how your life was supposed to have meant something, how you wanted to change the world for the better, then in that last moment, the epiphany, the waking life, the fucking bullet entering the brain, the flash back to that one moment where everything went wrong,
Should have just said fuck it and lived in a box.
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