Discussion in 'The Bar' started by A Succulent Chinese Meal, Mar 22, 2013.
well i'm fucked
Robert of Trawr!
Gumdrop! Time to thrust!
Strangely enough I read the first two sentences and got the entire gist of the idea.
It's like when the Queen Mother died, UK citizens were able to leave their own written memorials to her and one of them that I will never forget read as follows: "She always had a smile on her face, just like a fucking retard."
Could I exchange meditate for medicate?
Lol. I like that.
traw i have quite an arsenal of antidepressants saved up in a safe place just in case. knowwhutimean?
Yeah I pretty much fail all of the above.
Author is miserable
Truthfully I feel better off of them. Or at least I feel better not seeing the doctors/counselors that are associated with them. Those people were always making me feel like crap and trying to change me.
I wonder if the homeless people who have to do bum fights staged by rich frat kids to make $5 are happy. Or if John McCain maintained a sunny outlook in his tiger cage. "Gee, Lord, there are men in here whose tiger cages aren't nearly as spacious and centrally-located as my tiger cage!"
Fuck 'em. With a rubber fist.
that's what the voices in my head said
I can tell you that there are people in the ghetto who have a fraction of what you do (for example) who are relatively happy
I must have more more more, more booze, more bitches, more bullshit! The three Bs.
I'm not sure if you're taking jabs at me or not.
See that has nothing to do with McCain or bums. It's all about YOU!