hate him.

you good for nothing piece of shit. go away. go away for good. i won't care. you've been banished a long time ago.

now go! go while i still have a tiny morsel of respect. go.

call me old-fashioned. whatever. but i can't dig them. i really can't.

they were dang collectively annoying. drunk and yeah, annoying. everyone was getting on my nerves and i had extreme difficulty controlling whatever i had to say. no one had to hear or else i'd be bombed.

the night went on and as it did, they even grew more annoying which i thought would never, in a hundred years, have been possible considering they were 20-feet deep in annoyance serum.

i couldn't wait to bust out of the godforsaken place. but no, i had to be a good friend. watch them play. although, it was the single thing that kept me intact. because of that, i missed the bus.

i need to stop doing this, not-knowing-how-to-say-no thing.

life as i know it, has reached a plateau. nothing at all could make me feel emotions i need at a certain degree to maintain my chutzpah.

beefeater

i know... i also thought it was a brand of corned beef, but no, speculations are confirmed, it is indeed an alcoholic drink. the concept behind which is beyond me.

let's just leave things be.

behold...

The Beefeater

you should know better than to have a beef with this eater

i'll eat you alive!!!