Ohh yeah, they make one noise and we start again, I want half an hour minimum of silence from everyone, maybe they might look inside themselves and find the good person they’re hiding or I’ll get to not listen to people talk. Win win.
I say dumb shit.
Ohh yeah, they make one noise and we start again, I want half an hour minimum of silence from everyone, maybe they might look inside themselves and find the good person they’re hiding or I’ll get to not listen to people talk. Win win.
It’s all nonsense.
Yes, yes it is.
Fine, I’ll drive them into a wall at high speeds then!
Just waiting on my video interview.
It’s been 7 hours of driving random people around the city, name after name I’ll forget quick, then I see a name that brings my blood to a boil, an old bully/tormentor, I take over the car and deliver the script perfectly, he doesn’t remember my voice, why would he? We head off and he zones out staring at his phone, completely oblivious to the fact he is heading towards his doom, we come to a train line and my internet connection ‘drops’, causing the vehicle to come to a complete stop, a minute later a large train smashes into a the car, completely destroying it and killing them before I can successfully reconnect to them.
And that’s how to get away with murder.
There was the old bar fly at the pub I drank at when I was an alcoholic, he was a Vietnam war vet that was one of the people that got sprayed with agent orange, he got lucky that he didn’t have any real health issues and his kids were fine, he would just tell me stories about his life and the many jobs he had, was just a cool old dude who was enjoying his final years. Every time I hear the song the Gambler I get reminded of him. RIP Shorty, you little old nutjob.
Nawww so innocent…
This was back in peak Racism/Anti women rights times, the simple fact they were in a group, talking to each other about god knows what was enough of a threat to these thin skinned assholes to warrant wasting money and time on this.