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Originally Posted by jwoody
Seriously, Nancy, if I can't explain the fucker in person.... what hope have I got to explain the fucker over the internet?
All you need to know is, you can't have a fucking ceiling track that goes through a fucking sliding door.
IT'S NOT FUCKING POSSIBLE!!!
HABALABALABALABALA, NOT-FUCKING-POSSIBLE!!!
O-fucking-K?
Sorry 'bout that, for minute there I was back in the room with the fucking Iraqi interrogation squad.
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Now jwoody, I want you to take a look at this:
This is two kittens in a barrel. Look at them in there, having a whale of a time. You see the one on the left? He's called Phillip. Now when you look into Phillip's eyes your anger will receed like an ocean.....
....Good. Now that you're calm you can try explaining to me one more time, what the purpose of a fucking ceiling track is.
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I have all the characteristics of a human being: blood, flesh, skin, hair; but not a single, clear, identifiable emotion, except for greed and disgust. Something horrible is happening inside of me and I don't know why. My nightly bloodlust has overflown into my days. I feel lethal, on the verge of frenzy.
I think my mask of sanity is about to slip.
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