my entire political decision is about to be entirely shifted based on my levels of stabbity rage.
SCENE: me & the boy sitting in the living room. he is playing mass effect, i am RAWKING at lumines on the psp. it’s a saturday morning.
DOOR BUZZER SCREECHES
the boy & i are confused, thus he gets up to the buzzer and inquires as to who the fuck it is. they ask for me. i am neither a.) expecting anything nor b.) wearing clothes. i am, however, curled up in my extra-spiffy sock monkey pajamas and thus whomever is at the door can proceed to suck it dry. furthermore, i’m not in the mood.
the boy goes downstairs — because he’s a good boy — and sees who it is. i am only disappointed he took no garbage (for flinging) or weapons (for stabbing). but, i has the bloodlust and him, not so much. upon his return the mystery guest is revealed: campaigning douchebag for barack obama.
OH HELL NO!
immediately, a number of things infuriate me:
- it’s saturday fucking morning and what the hell are they doing at my building?
- how in god’s name do these political fuckbags know my name? i’m not registered for either shitty-ass party and i hate, loathe and despise all the retarded candidates!
- how in the fuck did they get my name?!
STABBITY STABBITY STABBITY!!!
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