Wet Blankets

October 22nd 2006 in Uncategorized

This is what I hate about the human race. You give them an opportunity to hurt you, and the sons of bitches gladly oblige. For somebody who’s been around, I should have known better. I am such an idiot.

I really should stick to my spectator role and not be one of those who stir the pot. But dammit, it’s just too painful to watch those helpless morons grope around like blind men trying to discover an elephant. You start giving them a hand here and there, and eventually you’re already doing all the work because their ineptitude is just so goddamned unbearable. Then you find yourself getting the shorter end of the stick, singing the chorus to the Pet Shop Boys‘ “What Have I Done To Deserve This?”

People. They never cease to disappoint.

Kalami jud ipamalikas uy! Yaaargggghhhh!

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