I dunno deady, xD
normally I could go away with all that thing.
But I'm totally unprepared for the one to quit to... as I see it, exercise one's feel of dignity, to get social acceptance of some other, fellow wannabe-an-aristocrat lifted-up-nose-bearer snobs... ;)
Let it flow, fucka (over your thick skin, that should get thick with barbed tough experiences that you got (rather than social masturbation of learned verses and politeness "on credit" through clenched teeth)) and lunge back if you care enough. if you don't, that's a total uneconomic waste of a good provoke which needs to be lamented over, but damn, still it comes out better, on an economic report than walking away, with a loud "d'oh.. you boys..." and slamming the doors behind you, leaving only the scent of misunderstanding.
The "maturity" symptoms probably shouldn't be brought to the fools' party for the sake of their own. And that what you see around you, is a fools' party, dear guest. Just look at the clown wallpaper... You couldn't be wrong...
You wanna get offended and quit? I can't stop you. but I thought we could STILL be fucking with each other, and get away with it. And I hope we again WILL.
To the "bitter Pollock" thing, damn man, I applauded you. It fits perfectly... ;) I'm gonna wear with pride, these custom-made words.
Streak:
if chicken was first, then I guess THAT'S your answer.
Now... where did I leave my pot?
We're gonna have us a broth...
Last edited by Sahee; Jan 2, 2010 at 12:38 PM.