Anybody else living in the movie Idiocracy?
09-15-2011, 06:20 PM
#41
I'm so happy I don't have to deal with stupid co-workers and bosses anymore.
Every job I've worked at I've either had a screaming match or actual fist fight with someone. Sometimes it was even the boss!
Stupid people are hard to work with because when someone starts to excel or "shine", they get jealous. I never worked in an office environment so I'm not sure how its handled there, but for me it always ended with an aggressive confrontation. I'm not the type to keep it down or fight quietly either, so it usually was a good show for whoever else was around.
Working with stupid people is one thing, but living with them is what REALLY sucks. When I say living I really just mean existing together. Simple things like going to the store are completely ruined for me because of stupid people. Between the drive there, then dealing with all the ***** inside the store, I'm pretty much ready to punch someone in the face by the time we get to the register. Every time. lol
Every job I've worked at I've either had a screaming match or actual fist fight with someone. Sometimes it was even the boss!
Stupid people are hard to work with because when someone starts to excel or "shine", they get jealous. I never worked in an office environment so I'm not sure how its handled there, but for me it always ended with an aggressive confrontation. I'm not the type to keep it down or fight quietly either, so it usually was a good show for whoever else was around.
Working with stupid people is one thing, but living with them is what REALLY sucks. When I say living I really just mean existing together. Simple things like going to the store are completely ruined for me because of stupid people. Between the drive there, then dealing with all the ***** inside the store, I'm pretty much ready to punch someone in the face by the time we get to the register. Every time. lol
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09-15-2011, 08:16 PM
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I'm so happy I don't have to deal with stupid co-workers and bosses anymore.
Every job I've worked at I've either had a screaming match or actual fist fight with someone. Sometimes it was even the boss!
Stupid people are hard to work with because when someone starts to excel or "shine", they get jealous. I never worked in an office environment so I'm not sure how its handled there, but for me it always ended with an aggressive confrontation. I'm not the type to keep it down or fight quietly either, so it usually was a good show for whoever else was around.
Working with stupid people is one thing, but living with them is what REALLY sucks. When I say living I really just mean existing together. Simple things like going to the store are completely ruined for me because of stupid people. Between the drive there, then dealing with all the ***** inside the store, I'm pretty much ready to punch someone in the face by the time we get to the register. Every time. lol
Every job I've worked at I've either had a screaming match or actual fist fight with someone. Sometimes it was even the boss!
Stupid people are hard to work with because when someone starts to excel or "shine", they get jealous. I never worked in an office environment so I'm not sure how its handled there, but for me it always ended with an aggressive confrontation. I'm not the type to keep it down or fight quietly either, so it usually was a good show for whoever else was around.
Working with stupid people is one thing, but living with them is what REALLY sucks. When I say living I really just mean existing together. Simple things like going to the store are completely ruined for me because of stupid people. Between the drive there, then dealing with all the ***** inside the store, I'm pretty much ready to punch someone in the face by the time we get to the register. Every time. lol
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09-15-2011, 11:12 PM
#44
This.
I have had to deal with this **** at every job I've ever worked at. It's like there's some unwritten code that you can't work harder than everybody else.
**** YOU!
I have goals, and I've been given the opportunity to reach them. Every ******* day I pour a cup of coffee, sit down at my desk, look to the guy on my left, and look to the guy on my right, and tell myself I'm going to make them both look like ******** slackers by the end of the day.
They wanna keep getting the same shitty paycheck, then fine, they can keep that communist work ethic of theirs and stick it up their ***. I'm going somewhere you sorry bastards. I won't step on your head to get there and I don't play office politics, but I'll sure as **** pull ahead when it turns into a footrace.
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09-16-2011, 02:03 AM
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This.
I have had to deal with this **** at every job I've ever worked at. It's like there's some unwritten code that you can't work harder than everybody else.
**** YOU!
I have goals, and I've been given the opportunity to reach them. Every ******* day I pour a cup of coffee, sit down at my desk, look to the guy on my left, and look to the guy on my right, and tell myself I'm going to make them both look like ******** slackers by the end of the day.
They wanna keep getting the same shitty paycheck, then fine, they can keep that communist work ethic of theirs and stick it up their ***. I'm going somewhere you sorry bastards. I won't step on your head to get there and I don't play office politics, but I'll sure as **** pull ahead when it turns into a footrace.
I have had to deal with this **** at every job I've ever worked at. It's like there's some unwritten code that you can't work harder than everybody else.
**** YOU!
I have goals, and I've been given the opportunity to reach them. Every ******* day I pour a cup of coffee, sit down at my desk, look to the guy on my left, and look to the guy on my right, and tell myself I'm going to make them both look like ******** slackers by the end of the day.
They wanna keep getting the same shitty paycheck, then fine, they can keep that communist work ethic of theirs and stick it up their ***. I'm going somewhere you sorry bastards. I won't step on your head to get there and I don't play office politics, but I'll sure as **** pull ahead when it turns into a footrace.
Thank god we have those peons though, we need them when we rule the world.
I guess that's the only upside of it all..
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09-16-2011, 09:31 AM
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This.
I have goals, and I've been given the opportunity to reach them. Every ******* day I pour a cup of coffee, sit down at my desk, look to the guy on my left, and look to the guy on my right, and tell myself I'm going to make them both look like ******** slackers by the end of the day.
I have goals, and I've been given the opportunity to reach them. Every ******* day I pour a cup of coffee, sit down at my desk, look to the guy on my left, and look to the guy on my right, and tell myself I'm going to make them both look like ******** slackers by the end of the day.
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09-16-2011, 11:36 AM
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The Murano Story.
About 4 years ago my wife and I decided it was time for a family vehicles, an SUV and something newer. I wanted one of those fancy toyota suvs and she wanted a Murano. We went to toyota, i went to sit in this 4x4 thing made out of plastic and nailed my knee off the dash. I was instantly like "this thing is made for small peepz" (might have said asians instead of peepz, dont recall). She was pleased I was injured and she said lets go look at the Nissan Murano. I lol'd and said "you know what, if its bigger inside you can have it, **** that toyota!"
We drive over to the dealer and theres an '04 sitting there, like new, slightly used. We pay around $30,000 for it with the help of some bank financing. We get the Murano and have it for about 4 days, she loves it. In the course of the 4 days she sells her old daily with 140,000 km on it for a decent chunk of change so rather than blowing the cash we decide to put the money towards the financing we used. We go to the bank, im driving. I park like an idiot at the side of the mall where no cars can go, its like a court. Its winter, parking is taken up but hey, we on the far side. We run into the bank to put the money on the financing and decided to go to the takeout place on the one side where the Murano is parked. To give you an idea its a court at the one side of the building with a boxed end and cars park on either side of the box. I had the last spot where the snow had been plowed into so I couldnt pull all the way in, the *** of the murano was hanging way out but I was also in the last spot and the far end.
We order food and shes talking about her truck and how awesome it 4x4s as I watch the cars pass on the highway and look at the truck to reference it as we talk. Some kid and his father walk past the window, kid is about 5. They get in their mini van and begin to back out (awww yea, here it comes). The father backs out about 5 car lengths and just keeps going and going and im watching and bam. Im like wtf but not 100% sure he just hit it. So i say to the wife "that guy just hit the truck" and start to walk out. The guy looks at me, eyes meet as im now about 2 cars lengths away from him and he guns it, spins the tires and takes off in the lot. With all the grime, salt, snow and **** on the truck I at first dont see any damage from the distance, i grab only the first 4 letters of his Van. I look at the Murano mirror, its smashed. Closer inspection shows the fender pushed way in, the door pushed in and paint ripped off to the bare metal (we later get a quote of $3000 to repair).
So im like WTF? I mean, dont people see or look when they drive. It was late and on a friday so i stewed over it for the weekend. I went back monday and went to the one place i thought a 5 year old kid might be at, the learning center. I speak to the secretary and show her the truck and describe the father and kid. She was awesome and very helpful in a not helpful way. She was like "I cant tell you if they attend here or when they would be here but if I were you I would come back Friday at 5 pm to see". And I did.
Friday 5 pm, i approach the van owner at the mall, recording our convo on the camera in my pocket. He admitted to hitting it and took out his cheque book. He wrote out a check and then said "you know what man, you cant prove ****" *crumpling the cheque* , told me to leave him alone or he would call the cops. I wanted to smash him but i was under direct orders not to kill an afgan that day from the wife.
I spoke to PC (cop) friend of mine and he said I should have reported it that day but since fail on full license the guy could argue it and most pc's wouldn't care or even file a fail to remain.... But I just wanted vengeance.
A month or two passed and rage was still flowing in my veins and only got worse when we returned to that 1 mall. The wife and I are out shopping and we pull into the parking lot and i see the afgan guys van again. My wife is like "leave it alone" and all nagging me to be nice. I was like "**** that watch this". I pull in the spot right beside him and stood there. She begged me not to beat his *** and kept asking what i was going to do. Within minutes (seemed like forever) the guy walks out with his kid and wife and sees me there and smiles. I look at him and his wife and I say "bro, wtf, you just hit my truck". He starts to laugh and says go away yadda yadda yadda. I was like "bro, you hit my truck".. people in the lot now looking like "OMG". He starts getting in his Van to leave and I call 911 and explain to the operator this guy just hit my truck and hes trying to take off and there is a child in the vehicle hes driving. 3 regional cops show up in what seemed like less than 5 minutes and surround the ****. The afgan starts verbally attacking whitey cop explaining that YES, hes hit the Murano before but it wasn't today. The cop was totally confused and detained the driver as the driver was acting all crazy and confrontational and resisting. But before the cops arrived the wife or the driver of the van had called their afgan brothers to come handle biz for him. So 2 car loads show up and jump out and get all up in whitey cops face. Now every cop is at attention and telling people to ' go home people!!!!!!" while the wife and i sit back... me loving every moment of it, she praising me for not killing him.
In the end, he was cited, maybe charged we dont know. He sat in handcuffs in a cruiser for 45 minutes. His wife asked us why we cared, insurance would pay for it.
It felt good to **** him back. The truck is still mashed, we never fixed it but prolly will this year. But **** him, his kid watched him sit in the back of a police car and so did his wife and everyone else.
The end.
About 4 years ago my wife and I decided it was time for a family vehicles, an SUV and something newer. I wanted one of those fancy toyota suvs and she wanted a Murano. We went to toyota, i went to sit in this 4x4 thing made out of plastic and nailed my knee off the dash. I was instantly like "this thing is made for small peepz" (might have said asians instead of peepz, dont recall). She was pleased I was injured and she said lets go look at the Nissan Murano. I lol'd and said "you know what, if its bigger inside you can have it, **** that toyota!"
We drive over to the dealer and theres an '04 sitting there, like new, slightly used. We pay around $30,000 for it with the help of some bank financing. We get the Murano and have it for about 4 days, she loves it. In the course of the 4 days she sells her old daily with 140,000 km on it for a decent chunk of change so rather than blowing the cash we decide to put the money towards the financing we used. We go to the bank, im driving. I park like an idiot at the side of the mall where no cars can go, its like a court. Its winter, parking is taken up but hey, we on the far side. We run into the bank to put the money on the financing and decided to go to the takeout place on the one side where the Murano is parked. To give you an idea its a court at the one side of the building with a boxed end and cars park on either side of the box. I had the last spot where the snow had been plowed into so I couldnt pull all the way in, the *** of the murano was hanging way out but I was also in the last spot and the far end.
We order food and shes talking about her truck and how awesome it 4x4s as I watch the cars pass on the highway and look at the truck to reference it as we talk. Some kid and his father walk past the window, kid is about 5. They get in their mini van and begin to back out (awww yea, here it comes). The father backs out about 5 car lengths and just keeps going and going and im watching and bam. Im like wtf but not 100% sure he just hit it. So i say to the wife "that guy just hit the truck" and start to walk out. The guy looks at me, eyes meet as im now about 2 cars lengths away from him and he guns it, spins the tires and takes off in the lot. With all the grime, salt, snow and **** on the truck I at first dont see any damage from the distance, i grab only the first 4 letters of his Van. I look at the Murano mirror, its smashed. Closer inspection shows the fender pushed way in, the door pushed in and paint ripped off to the bare metal (we later get a quote of $3000 to repair).
So im like WTF? I mean, dont people see or look when they drive. It was late and on a friday so i stewed over it for the weekend. I went back monday and went to the one place i thought a 5 year old kid might be at, the learning center. I speak to the secretary and show her the truck and describe the father and kid. She was awesome and very helpful in a not helpful way. She was like "I cant tell you if they attend here or when they would be here but if I were you I would come back Friday at 5 pm to see". And I did.
Friday 5 pm, i approach the van owner at the mall, recording our convo on the camera in my pocket. He admitted to hitting it and took out his cheque book. He wrote out a check and then said "you know what man, you cant prove ****" *crumpling the cheque* , told me to leave him alone or he would call the cops. I wanted to smash him but i was under direct orders not to kill an afgan that day from the wife.
I spoke to PC (cop) friend of mine and he said I should have reported it that day but since fail on full license the guy could argue it and most pc's wouldn't care or even file a fail to remain.... But I just wanted vengeance.
A month or two passed and rage was still flowing in my veins and only got worse when we returned to that 1 mall. The wife and I are out shopping and we pull into the parking lot and i see the afgan guys van again. My wife is like "leave it alone" and all nagging me to be nice. I was like "**** that watch this". I pull in the spot right beside him and stood there. She begged me not to beat his *** and kept asking what i was going to do. Within minutes (seemed like forever) the guy walks out with his kid and wife and sees me there and smiles. I look at him and his wife and I say "bro, wtf, you just hit my truck". He starts to laugh and says go away yadda yadda yadda. I was like "bro, you hit my truck".. people in the lot now looking like "OMG". He starts getting in his Van to leave and I call 911 and explain to the operator this guy just hit my truck and hes trying to take off and there is a child in the vehicle hes driving. 3 regional cops show up in what seemed like less than 5 minutes and surround the ****. The afgan starts verbally attacking whitey cop explaining that YES, hes hit the Murano before but it wasn't today. The cop was totally confused and detained the driver as the driver was acting all crazy and confrontational and resisting. But before the cops arrived the wife or the driver of the van had called their afgan brothers to come handle biz for him. So 2 car loads show up and jump out and get all up in whitey cops face. Now every cop is at attention and telling people to ' go home people!!!!!!" while the wife and i sit back... me loving every moment of it, she praising me for not killing him.
In the end, he was cited, maybe charged we dont know. He sat in handcuffs in a cruiser for 45 minutes. His wife asked us why we cared, insurance would pay for it.
It felt good to **** him back. The truck is still mashed, we never fixed it but prolly will this year. But **** him, his kid watched him sit in the back of a police car and so did his wife and everyone else.
The end.
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09-16-2011, 12:38 PM
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LOL good stuff.
Seriously who just takes off after an accident... IF YOU GO THERE ALL THE TIME. I mean sure I can see some dumbass taking off after an accident, but the fact that he would be back there day after day seems kinda stupid on his part.
Seriously who just takes off after an accident... IF YOU GO THERE ALL THE TIME. I mean sure I can see some dumbass taking off after an accident, but the fact that he would be back there day after day seems kinda stupid on his part.
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09-16-2011, 01:06 PM
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That is truly one of the best stories ever. Dreams really can come true if you're persistent and ignore everything your wife says. I've watched my miata been hit so many times by mom's in suv's and bros in trucks that I don't get mad anymore. But I'd still love to ruin their month/ year/ marriage like you did. Bravo.
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09-16-2011, 08:46 PM
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It's been a couple years since but I've touched on this very subject here previously a few different occasions.
A fellow forum member sent me an item in this flat rate envelope.. The ******* *********** at the post office tore the package open and lost the item, then claimed they're not responsible for it. "You should have taken out insurance on it."
I see examples of the decline on society every day. Ever take the time to speak with people under the age of 30? Half of them sound terribly illiterate. "Yeah, uhm, and uhm, uh, uhm, eh, uhm, and, uhm, like, uhm, like, and uh, uhm.."
The first day of employment at my current company the head of HR comes in to speak about policies and procedures. After five minutes of her speaking I decided to count the number of times she said "uhm." 127 times in 13 minutes of speaking. I'd guesstimate her age would be approximately 27 years of age and holds several degrees. Pathetic. Clearly I'm no ******* scholar, but at least I can identify the proper use of common words in our butchered language. People who can't properly use "Their, They're, There, To, Too, Two" make me want to punch their face in. All of it. The whole thing...
Started out working internal helpdesk for my company. People would call in they couldn't get their computers working when the ******* power is out. One jerkoff set their office on fire because they plugged too many things into a UPS. When I told him they could NOT plug anything but the server, monitor, and printer into the UPS he stated, "where the **** am I supposed to plug in the fridge, coffee maker, and microwave?!" Seriously I'm being asked this after the office fire?? :gun to head: Is your IQ 4? We'll hire you for a field office! Think a simple solution would be to require applicants to identify and circle a computer in a diagram containing a Dell desktop computer and filing cabinet. That'd weed out the idiots a bit...
Don't get me started on how some of these jackass morterforkers drive.. They either have no ability for smooth linear steering inputs, or the mentality of "I signaled therefore I'll do as I wish" and swerve across 96 lanes of traffic.
Standing in line at a QuikTrip few months back some fat ---- piece of white trash ahead of me bought beer, cancer sticks and gasoline with food stamps. Rolled herself to the parking lot into a piece of **** 2005ish malibu with 24" wheels. ******* LOVE IT!
A fellow forum member sent me an item in this flat rate envelope.. The ******* *********** at the post office tore the package open and lost the item, then claimed they're not responsible for it. "You should have taken out insurance on it."
I see examples of the decline on society every day. Ever take the time to speak with people under the age of 30? Half of them sound terribly illiterate. "Yeah, uhm, and uhm, uh, uhm, eh, uhm, and, uhm, like, uhm, like, and uh, uhm.."
The first day of employment at my current company the head of HR comes in to speak about policies and procedures. After five minutes of her speaking I decided to count the number of times she said "uhm." 127 times in 13 minutes of speaking. I'd guesstimate her age would be approximately 27 years of age and holds several degrees. Pathetic. Clearly I'm no ******* scholar, but at least I can identify the proper use of common words in our butchered language. People who can't properly use "Their, They're, There, To, Too, Two" make me want to punch their face in. All of it. The whole thing...
Started out working internal helpdesk for my company. People would call in they couldn't get their computers working when the ******* power is out. One jerkoff set their office on fire because they plugged too many things into a UPS. When I told him they could NOT plug anything but the server, monitor, and printer into the UPS he stated, "where the **** am I supposed to plug in the fridge, coffee maker, and microwave?!" Seriously I'm being asked this after the office fire?? :gun to head: Is your IQ 4? We'll hire you for a field office! Think a simple solution would be to require applicants to identify and circle a computer in a diagram containing a Dell desktop computer and filing cabinet. That'd weed out the idiots a bit...
Don't get me started on how some of these jackass morterforkers drive.. They either have no ability for smooth linear steering inputs, or the mentality of "I signaled therefore I'll do as I wish" and swerve across 96 lanes of traffic.
Standing in line at a QuikTrip few months back some fat ---- piece of white trash ahead of me bought beer, cancer sticks and gasoline with food stamps. Rolled herself to the parking lot into a piece of **** 2005ish malibu with 24" wheels. ******* LOVE IT!
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09-16-2011, 09:06 PM
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**** is really getting out of hand. I wonder if it is different than a long time ago, or if the stupidity is being amplified by technology and handouts. I mean back before women could drive, a lot of the shitty driving did not exist.
I mean are we really getting dumber, or have people always been this dumb, but survival of the fittest took them out, or kept them at home, or there just weren't as many of them?
IDK. But when/if I bring kids into this world they are going to ******* be squared away. I will NOT let this shitty world ruin them. And then will probably grow up to be frustrated and pissed at how dumb everyone else is.
I mean are we really getting dumber, or have people always been this dumb, but survival of the fittest took them out, or kept them at home, or there just weren't as many of them?
IDK. But when/if I bring kids into this world they are going to ******* be squared away. I will NOT let this shitty world ruin them. And then will probably grow up to be frustrated and pissed at how dumb everyone else is.
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09-17-2011, 12:01 AM
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I had an old *** fat white lady with her young black lover try to fight me in a QT. Walked in to buy a can of snuff after work, still in my uniform, and I hear, "Mother ******* *my employers name* in the house." So she starts cussing at me and Im think just get the snuff and dont fight this fool cause your still in uniform. The kid behind the counter says "real classy lady" and she ****** flips her ****. She continues to yell **** about me and my employer. Ive never met this bitch cause I work 15 miles from this QT and live another 15 miles past it.
So as im walking to my car the kid tries to hit me in his destroyed dodge caliber, so I dont move and the guy chickens out and stops just shy of me, so I approach the window and nicely tell him if he would oblige me by getting out of his car Id be more than happy to beat the daylights out of him. Unfortunately he didnt, but he did try to run me over again.
So as im walking to my car the kid tries to hit me in his destroyed dodge caliber, so I dont move and the guy chickens out and stops just shy of me, so I approach the window and nicely tell him if he would oblige me by getting out of his car Id be more than happy to beat the daylights out of him. Unfortunately he didnt, but he did try to run me over again.
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09-17-2011, 12:33 AM
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On the way up to Hallett yesterday, we got stuck behind a Okie train apparently headed to California to pick strawberries. They had no concept of speed limit, or road courtesy, or how to work the pedal under their right foot. They would slow down to 40 on gentle sweepers, then rocket up to 75 just when you thought it was safe to pass. When I finally got my chance on a good downhill run with lots of free room to make up some ground, I hauled ***. I make it past four cars before an oncoming car pops up on the horizon. I politely signal and plan to tuck in behind some slutbag in a 90s Pontiac Grand Prix. Behind Slutbag is a blue-hair in a Toyota Electra 225 (Avalon). Well, as I'm slowing down and trying to tuck in, Slutbag starts bouncing her foot off the left pedal like a complete ******* retard, slowing down in chunks even though nobody else is front of her is braking. Meanwhile, Blue-Hair keeps her speed and is bearing down on me and Slutbag because she hasn't paid attention to the road since 1963 - she's busy reading her bible and spilling hot coffee on her dried out genitalia. And while all this is going on, some redneck is hurtling toward me in his International Scout made of bondo, rust, and no brakes. My ******* takes a big bite out of the seat just as Blue Hair wakes up from her Jesus trance and finally taps the brakes. I slip back in line just as LeRoy Brown flies past me in the opposing lane. At that point I wished I had two things: 1) more power, and 2) a sack of bricks to throw at drivers like that - you know, something to wake 'em up a little. Nothing like a brick to the head through the window on the highway to make you think about what you've done.
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09-17-2011, 12:47 AM
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I'm seriously ready to move out into the ******* woods and become a hermit to escape the amount of idiocracy I see every day. Of course that would do no good, they would find me... and make me pay my taxes.
Seriously though, I see or hear something at least every hour, from either people or some form of media that makes me either angry as ****, or makes me hang my head in shame to think I share the same genetic materials as these people.
Seriously though, I see or hear something at least every hour, from either people or some form of media that makes me either angry as ****, or makes me hang my head in shame to think I share the same genetic materials as these people.
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