The snack machine guy came today, for some reason I didn’t want to bitch at him over the machine eating two of my dollars. I hate confrontation. It probably stems from the time I told the Santa at the mall that he wasn’t the real Santa, and he beat me over the head with a wooden candy cane, dragged me into a fiberglass gingerbread house, and repeatedly raped me while a midget dressed as an elf watched and laughed. It almost ruined last Christmas, thank god for 151 mixed with eggnog.
Have you ever had one of those days where you just get so pissed off that you want to kill everyone around you. Just grab them and start beating them until there is nothing left. Then urinate and defecate all over their mangled corpses. Then roll around in the piles of shit and piss and blood for a short time, and then blow your brains out. Guess I’ve just got a case of the Mondays…
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