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god damn.
JoCo really sucked the life out of me today.
the entire county just puckered up this afternoon and extracted my life essence through my asshole.
and i didnt even have to work today.
my fucking truck was supposed to be ready today.. it was making this hellish noise whenever i drove more than five miles per hour. those simple bastards took off the brake pads and "blew some dust buildup off my drums" and then slapped it back together and charged me for "repairs." if anything at all, they caused more damage... i had to drive all the way out to that demonic gridlocked shithole we call the Corporate Woods area to take the first half of a fucking driver's rehabilitation (Hi, im tad, and im a shitty driver. 'HI, TAD.') class along with twenty pimply rockhurst dickholes toting bling bling cell phones with bling bling ringtones, masturbatorily swapping cop stories ('no, nobody else was in the car with me except my friend Budweiser'...'what are YOU in here for'... 'man, ya think i could bum a smoke?') and the entire way out there, during the peak of rush hour no less, i felt like i was driving on all four of my rims. Fucking grease monkeys. Fucking high schoolers. i finally exploded in class when one teeny bopper hollister dipshit started tittering when he graded my "colors and shapes" road sign quiz (i answered all 'stop sign' because i cant remember for the life of me if the "detour ahead 1000 feet" sign is yellow or orange or triangle or fucking rectangle.) i tried to explain to this classroom full of pubescent hormonal over-activity that i can, in fact, READ what road signs say, and if i dont happen to remember the color schemes of various signs cooked up in the twisted sterile minds of city engineers, that, in and by itself, is no indication of my actual driving ability. Then i told everyone to blow me. but nobody did.
JoCo really sucked the life out of me today.
the entire county just puckered up this afternoon and extracted my life essence through my asshole.
and i didnt even have to work today.
my fucking truck was supposed to be ready today.. it was making this hellish noise whenever i drove more than five miles per hour. those simple bastards took off the brake pads and "blew some dust buildup off my drums" and then slapped it back together and charged me for "repairs." if anything at all, they caused more damage... i had to drive all the way out to that demonic gridlocked shithole we call the Corporate Woods area to take the first half of a fucking driver's rehabilitation (Hi, im tad, and im a shitty driver. 'HI, TAD.') class along with twenty pimply rockhurst dickholes toting bling bling cell phones with bling bling ringtones, masturbatorily swapping cop stories ('no, nobody else was in the car with me except my friend Budweiser'...'what are YOU in here for'... 'man, ya think i could bum a smoke?') and the entire way out there, during the peak of rush hour no less, i felt like i was driving on all four of my rims. Fucking grease monkeys. Fucking high schoolers. i finally exploded in class when one teeny bopper hollister dipshit started tittering when he graded my "colors and shapes" road sign quiz (i answered all 'stop sign' because i cant remember for the life of me if the "detour ahead 1000 feet" sign is yellow or orange or triangle or fucking rectangle.) i tried to explain to this classroom full of pubescent hormonal over-activity that i can, in fact, READ what road signs say, and if i dont happen to remember the color schemes of various signs cooked up in the twisted sterile minds of city engineers, that, in and by itself, is no indication of my actual driving ability. Then i told everyone to blow me. but nobody did.