beer and a cigarette, like STAT. all i've been surrounded by are big words, huge flamangranorious words that sit and stare at me like i should know what they are, how they're spelled and what they mean. i don't. i've been fooling myself into thinking that the bigger the word, the more respect i garner. no.....more. i'm done. i'm gonna stay simple and like, ya know, yeah and stuff. i'm sick of the rants of politicians i don't want to vote for. i want a politician that isn't republican or democrat, or "independent." i want a human being to represent the human race, to invoke harmony (oops, i mean good times) between people, look at a situation and say, "this isn't right and i need to fix it." i want no more to have to wait at a stoplight because dude or dudette in front of me can't decide whether to eat a bite of dude or dudette's bigmac, take a swig of the 300 ounce coke in dude or dudette's lap, or finish the cell call dude or dudette started just after passing me at ninety miles per hour in order to get to the light one car further ahead than dude or dudette was when dude or dudette left the last stoplight.
okay, i don't even know where i am on this anymore. i think the 240th ounce of bacardi and coke has set in.
how was that, amy?
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very good Kevin. Very good.
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