A U D I O ][ SNOW'S A BITCH. HATING ON EVERYONE.
[ Gentle snowfall or not, John decides that he's not getting out of his apartment today. So instead, he'll make large complaints via the network: ]
Are you fuckin' kiddin' me? Snow? Seriously? It's snowing right now? Today? I had plans for the day. Big plans. Plans involving getting shit done that can't be done any other day because it had to be today. [ He's not going to mention the specifics. It isn't important. What's important right now is that: ] There's fuckin' snow out there and I fuckin' hate snow.
Tell me there's a place that delivers food around here. Decent food. Not some crappy shit like that pizza I had last week at this little restaurant that shall not be named cause hey, if I had fucking crappy pizza last week, someone else should have some fucking crappy pizza today.
Yeah. I don't usually lose my cool over nothing--[ Say what now? ]--but this isn't fucking nothing. This is snow out there in the middle of July. This place ain't fucking Australia and it sure as hell ain't fucking Alaska. So what the fuck, Deities? What the fuck is this? Where was the warning? Maybe you could have just been decent for once and put up a little notice somewhere, informing us of this upcoming shitstorm. [ Not that it would have made him any less pissed about it. But hey, he's always ready for snow in December. As in, he'd hightail it out to Maui. ]
You know what I think I'll do? I might just end up torching this entire goddamn place. Build us a nice, large bonfire.
Are you fuckin' kiddin' me? Snow? Seriously? It's snowing right now? Today? I had plans for the day. Big plans. Plans involving getting shit done that can't be done any other day because it had to be today. [ He's not going to mention the specifics. It isn't important. What's important right now is that: ] There's fuckin' snow out there and I fuckin' hate snow.
Tell me there's a place that delivers food around here. Decent food. Not some crappy shit like that pizza I had last week at this little restaurant that shall not be named cause hey, if I had fucking crappy pizza last week, someone else should have some fucking crappy pizza today.
Yeah. I don't usually lose my cool over nothing--[ Say what now? ]--but this isn't fucking nothing. This is snow out there in the middle of July. This place ain't fucking Australia and it sure as hell ain't fucking Alaska. So what the fuck, Deities? What the fuck is this? Where was the warning? Maybe you could have just been decent for once and put up a little notice somewhere, informing us of this upcoming shitstorm. [ Not that it would have made him any less pissed about it. But hey, he's always ready for snow in December. As in, he'd hightail it out to Maui. ]
You know what I think I'll do? I might just end up torching this entire goddamn place. Build us a nice, large bonfire.