Engine room, wierd shit at flank speed!
I’ve decided to post my weird shit here. No one knows me here so fuck you. No not you, the guy behind you. Yeah that asshole. Look at him, all smug like a rich bitch that just got a spray on tan. He’s probably plotting our demise. Or worse, thinking of driving slow in the fast lane while on the cell phone saying phrases like “game changer” and “synergize this”. Either way it’s a capital offense. I say we walk over, ask for a light, and then stomp him until we hear a little girl crying. Come on, stop being a bitch. Just get up, go over and smack the shit out of him like you got white gloves on then challenge him to a duel. Pistols at dawn bitch.
I bet you won’t. Because you’re a fucking coward. I gotta do everything myself for fuck’s sake.
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