Quez (quez) wrote,

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What a sack

After a disappointing day of golf, I was riding home listening to "Candy" by Iggy Pop and whatshername. I was attempting to blow my speakers and singing at the top of my lungs. All in all, I was feeling a lot better about the day. Then I passed a skinhead fuck sacrastically clapping, and I went from feeling good about my terrible singing to wanting to kill a man with a tire iron.

Cannot someone be amused without making a snide comment? Or am I attacking the very medium I am using?
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