|What the fucken fuck
||[Mar. 3rd, 2006|01:04 am]
Apocolyptic Shoe Shiner
|||||The Hum of My Machine||]|
So there I was just minding my own business when this fucking weird old bastard came up to me. "You young people are fucking assholes." And he sauntered off mumbling to himself.
Well, of course us "young people" are fucking assholes when you go up to us and say that we are. You fucking freak. Goddamn, why couldn't this rock have exploded during Y2K anyways? I mean, really?
I would've been happier born into this world as a leaf or something. Shit, I'd be happy as a paperweight. The only difference between me and that is that I need sustenance, paperweights just need documents.
Speaking of documents, if anyone has heard/seen the late Mitch Hedberg(edit: I mean, have you seen/heard his comedy routine before he died, for fuck's sake), I highly recommend.
Mitch(Talking to an oscillating fan with three settings)
"Do you keep my hair in place?"
"Do you keep my documents in order?"
"Do you have three settings?"