That’s the last time, Bender. That the last time you ever make me look bad in front of those kids, you hear me? I make $31,000 a year and I have a home and I’m not about to throw it all away on some punk like you. But someday when you’re outta here and you’ve forgotten all about this place and they’ve forgotten all about you, and you’re wrapped up in your own pathetic life, I’m gonna be there. That’s right. And I’m gonna kick the living shit out of you. I’m gonna knock your dick in the dirt.
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Owning a car and everything that entails is low-key the worst part about being an adult
That’s the last time, Bender. That the last time you ever make me look bad in front of those kids, you hear me? I make $31,000 a year and I have a home and I’m not about to throw it all away on some punk like you. But someday when you’re outta here and you’ve forgotten all about this place and they’ve forgotten all about you, and you’re wrapped up in your own pathetic life, I’m gonna be there. That’s right. And I’m gonna kick the living shit out of you. I’m gonna knock your dick in the dirt.
I enjoy bar trivia.
Nice work here, Duda.
I love Madoff
“No one cares about your shitty blog”
Yet here I am. In the comments. Of your shitty blog.
I too want a giant glass of milk when hungover. With Kahlau and vodka. I want a white russian.
I’m convinced that nobody who drinks IPA’s actually likes them, they just want to get away from bland and boring mass produced beers.
I do not have an adult bedroom.