“Why should he get to do whatever he wants, whenever he wants? Why should everything work out for him? What makes him so goddamn special?”
Never mind why I’m quoting this. But when you see the vindictiveness — the backstabbing and vicious deceit — inspired by envy and ambition, and when you see your friends made to suffer because your other “friends” are psychologically consumed by selfish jealousy . . .
Damn. Just . . . damn.
Actually McCain, if you remember, Bueller’s sister eventually had his back.
I think you mean this chick. She was a bitch until the very end. Sometimes, you just gotta cut the cord and be done with it. If someone is gonna knife you over BS, where will they be when it matters? We’re not in high school anymore. These games are for prom queens. Let them discredit themselves.
There was lecturing? I hate teases.
I would like walnuts in mine, and almonds. Dang but I am hungry. Stoopid hospital steroids… last day on ’em is today, barring a relapse of some sort.
My disposition has been not unlike a rabid wolf due to this stuff as well. Pity the poor people who have to deal with me in real life.
or whiskey.
Cow lady, it appears to me as if you may have a clue as to what this is about. Are ya gonna give yer ole pal Zilla a cluesey or ya gonna let me twist in the clueless wind? I am curious, like a dead cat.
I’m happy when good stuff happens for my friends. But I guess I’m just weird like that.
It is like the Sopranos ending, the clues are there if you pay attention!
And by unnecessary, I mean what “Jennifer G.” did and to whom RSM is directing this to.
Thanks a LOT, Bob, now I want some mutha effing ice cream too, ya bastid!
OMGosh now I want freaking crabcakes! Darn each and every one of my friends who says anything about anything that reminds me of food right now. Darn you all to heck! Steroid starving is worse than stoner munchies!
Chocolate Chip!
CURSES!
Oh, Jen G? I thought it might be something like that.
Enemy is not the right term, but we know who it is.
When you get crabs, make crab cakes? Wait…that does not sound so appealing.
Yea! Whisky!
No, I mean go to a seafood place and have someone else make ’em for me! If only I didn’t spend all my money trying to stay alive and stuff. Stoopid near death misadventures.
If it is ‘we’ then why the reticence about naming a name?
Inside baseball sucking worse than steroid induced polyphagia.
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Well look on the bright side: polyphagia is better than coprophagia!
Depends on your definition of enemy. Consider some of the company this person keeps.
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