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Sometimes you're just fucked.
And I say that with complete honesty.

Have you ever done something so...half-assed, or uh, fucking hasty I guess. Without thinking about it, I guess.
The answer is yes.
It's always fucking yes.

Is that okay?
Again, the answer is always fucking yes.

I want to go grab a badass suit. Like, dress-up suit. I'll wear it with the class I can't afford to sport, and I'll go punch every one of you fucks square in the mouth. The blood will drip down off of your chin, and ruin your badass, like, dress-up suit that you wear with the class you can afford to. And when I succeed in doing this, you're fuck personality won't get the point. You'll stand up straight, perfect posture, smooth your old ass hair back and hit me back. And if you haven't the balls? Have someone else do it for me with a baseball bat, only instead of hitting my face they'll be whacking away at my knees.

Then I'll sue your ass, and laugh when I lose, because it cost you just as much as it did me. Only difference is, those thousands upon thousands of dollars spent on court could've just as easily been saved to pay for my rent or buy some fucking hot dogs and weed. Well, maybe not hot dogs. Caviar or something since we're talking about thousands of fucking dollars. Caviar and Champagne.

Really dude, fuck you. I know you're Calvin Kleins have shitstains up and down the backside. Because you're a fucking douchebag and can't wipe. I feel like I'm high enough and can go into detail on that, but I can't. And that's just fine, you get the point.