guy #1: "Man i had all the time in the world and the shit kept comin, but all i said was to hell with that i dont care, so i gave them all the finger and walked away, then i got my ass kicked but whatever."
guy #2: "oh gosh!!"
am i the only one that finds the blatant difference slightly disturbing?
you know how you expect a potato farmer to be like? [all dusty, wearing overalls, saying slowly and loudly in a southern accent: 'here have some potaters, you can eat em raw. wash em off, there's a hose out back']
i wish i could call charles bukowski over the telephone. it would go something like this:
me: hello charles bukowski. cb: hello? me: why are you like that? cb: like what? me: the way you are. cb: what am i like? me: a guy. cb: i am a guy. me: why do you kick ass? cb: [[click]]
now who will escape from it with me? *sigh* i guess i have no one to throw desks through the windows with before we jump out of them, but after we announce to the witnesses that we can't take it anymore