Wednesday, February 16, 2011

Make Up Your Mind

-or-
Why I only have relatively few flights left in me before I snap & go postal

- and I'll be going even more postal on Blogger, since it ate most of my post...

Bastards.

And now the mouthbreather at the bar next to me in Chicago is aching for a chance to carry his teeth home in his pocket.

God, why do you surround me with assholes?


2 comments:

T-Rav said...

You're assuming God is watching over you? Perhaps it is another...

The Big Guy said...

Dude, I have long ago concluded that God is an iron.