Put a big ol’ cookie in your butt and chew. There’s nothing else you want to say to some people when you’re in the middle of one of those silent temper tantrums screaming in your head like a storm in the Monday morning. Fuck the Mondays, for me it’s like I’ve got a mildly retarded redheaded fouryearold to answer to. That little bastards got a grip, and so what if you’re ready to throttle your boss? Nygal’s ready for a nap or some sour mash right now. Probably not unlike conjoined twins-you gotta look at that same person every day, while you work, while you eat, while you piss, while you fuck, (sorry, Brittany) he’s always with you and in some mood. More on the cookies later.
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