SB is crabby today. Go figure. If I have to listen to one more motherfucker's personalized ring tone (at EXTREMELY LOUD volume, might I add), I am going to kill a bitch!
The guy next to me has classical music as his ring tone. I'd still like to strangle his highbrow cultured ass.
I DO NOT WANT TO BE SUBJECTED TO YOUR DAMN MUSIC, MOTHERFUCKERS! I DON'T CARE HOW CLEVER A CHOICE YOU THINK YOU'VE MADE. I WOULD STILL LIKE TO STICK THAT PHONE ABOUT A MILE UP YOUR GODDAMN SPHINCTER!
I remember that great modern philosopher, Johnny Depp, saying he opened his infamous bar, The Viper Room, because he was tired of being subjected to other people's music when he was out drinking. Amen to that shit. Johnny is SB's soul brother. We both enjoy Miracle Whip and despise other people's shitty music. His ass should dump Vanessa and marry me.
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Thursday, July 9, 2009
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