Fuck you to the person at the bar for saying I should get my drink first because I played in the show. I get my drink first because I was THERE FIRST, dickwad.
Fuck you to the assholes reminiscing over glorious conquests they were too blitzed to remember in some shit hole that was neither glorious and, well, still a shit hole.
Fuck you to BMW drivers for driving with your fucking cocks and pussies instead of your heads. M3 drivers, you can all eat a bowl of diarrhea. I'd like to see the asshole BMW driver that beats the shit out of the person they hit because that dick ran a light. What a hyper-sensitized defensive shit.
Fuck you to the window business guy that would look me up and down every fucking day of the week for over a year on my way to work and give me that grotesque smile full of perverted shit. Fuck that guy for continuing to smile and stumble over his stupid words as I asked him, "what the fuck are you looking at, asshole?"
Fuck you, sentimentality, for ruining a promising night.
Fuck me for being a pathetic introverted shit that can't cut loose and spend a night licking a Lady Gaga cd dusty with last night's coke, watching television on some fancy wall-mounted flat screen, drinking god knows what.
