Monday, April 11, 2011

Stumpfuckers' Catharsis

Sometimes you can't help but conclude that you're surrounded by low-rent assholes. Unreliable fucks. People who can't be counted on to do much more than hoover your time and energy, weep like soggy twats, and generally suck the air out of the chambers of your mind. What the fuck?

Try to be nice, polite, "a friend" and all that. Realize you're not getting anything out of it and stand not to gain anything from it but do it anyway because you're an upright type of person, because if you have to ask a favor you can bet the world will paint its ass white and run with the fucking antelopes, leaving you high and dry without a fucking answer for longer than you can afford to wait. People are really quick to pick up the phone when you're calling them back to do them a favor they ask for but bugger-all when you call to ask one in return.

Welcome to asshole nation, I guess.