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The day can hang, as far as I'm concerned. All I wanted from it was either fried chicken from the grocery store or tacos from Taco Bell. But of course the indolent fuckwobbles here in Podunk couldn't be bothered to set out any chicken--or anything else in the deli, for that matter--even though it was nearly NOON. You know, prime lunch hour. But nobody needs food here in Slackjaw Holler, so why bother to set any out? They've got ass-scratching and gossiping to do in the back.
No dice on tacos, either, because despite repeated anvil-sized hints and outright requests, Roomie just...didn't feel like getting any. So now I'm eating Stax and trying to decide between Frozen Meal One and Frozen Slop Two, neither of which appeal. But it's what there is, so I have to pick.
Note to women: Never live with a dude. Fuck them, have dates, whatever, but the minute you permanently combine your lives, your wishes, even if they are so mundane as some crappy tacos, will be subordinated to their whims. And no dick, no sweet talk, is worth the constant wondering of why you even bother to open your mouth.
No dice on tacos, either, because despite repeated anvil-sized hints and outright requests, Roomie just...didn't feel like getting any. So now I'm eating Stax and trying to decide between Frozen Meal One and Frozen Slop Two, neither of which appeal. But it's what there is, so I have to pick.
Note to women: Never live with a dude. Fuck them, have dates, whatever, but the minute you permanently combine your lives, your wishes, even if they are so mundane as some crappy tacos, will be subordinated to their whims. And no dick, no sweet talk, is worth the constant wondering of why you even bother to open your mouth.
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