What the fuck?
Posted on Sat Aug 18 22:56:00 UTC 2007
I'm getting sick of this crap. This turn-the-other-cheek, roll-over-Beethoven-slap-a-mouthful-of-spit-on-it-and-take-it-in-the-ass total bullshit. Like I'm this bad fucking dude for sticking up for myself.
DON'T FUCK WITH ME
It's a simple enough concept and I don't reckon it's that that hard to understand. I mean if you think you can WIN then sure. Go for your life, etc. But don't get all shocked when I come back, right hook, black eye, left upper-cut. The older I get the increasingly intolerant I get of young punks stepping on my toes. Look: it's that simple: if you wanna call me out call me out otherwise just go home and cry on your goddamn pillow cos I ain't got the time nor the energy for your passive aggressive bullshit.
Domination, it's the name of the game. Call me out or step the fuck outta the way. You can go roleplay your aggressions on a twenty sided dice. Read a goddamn graphic novel for catharsis, if you want.
Cat: you got a mortgage, and a husband, ok, that's cool with me. Generally in a weekend I get into various random fist fights and take large amounts of drugs. WHERE IS THE INTERSECTION OF THESE TWO VENN DIAGRAMS? Don't patronise me, sweet jesus, I'm sorry: do I look stupid to you? I'm sorry Cat, do I look like – scratches head slowly – some fucking yokel moron?
The things I have done in the past have cut their own throats out east rather than present the possibility of turning nark, I shit you not.
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Take care of your own.
DON'T FUCK WITH ME
It's a simple enough concept and I don't reckon it's that that hard to understand. I mean if you think you can WIN then sure. Go for your life, etc. But don't get all shocked when I come back, right hook, black eye, left upper-cut. The older I get the increasingly intolerant I get of young punks stepping on my toes. Look: it's that simple: if you wanna call me out call me out otherwise just go home and cry on your goddamn pillow cos I ain't got the time nor the energy for your passive aggressive bullshit.
Domination, it's the name of the game. Call me out or step the fuck outta the way. You can go roleplay your aggressions on a twenty sided dice. Read a goddamn graphic novel for catharsis, if you want.
Cat: you got a mortgage, and a husband, ok, that's cool with me. Generally in a weekend I get into various random fist fights and take large amounts of drugs. WHERE IS THE INTERSECTION OF THESE TWO VENN DIAGRAMS? Don't patronise me, sweet jesus, I'm sorry: do I look stupid to you? I'm sorry Cat, do I look like – scratches head slowly – some fucking yokel moron?
The things I have done in the past have cut their own throats out east rather than present the possibility of turning nark, I shit you not.
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Take care of your own.