Oh what's that you say, really? really? where did you hear this? what dude? come on? do have any idea how much of an ass you sound like?
eye roll, eye roll, scoff scoff , gasp.
This is every Tuesday night when I go to work at Pat's in Dorchester. This friggin guy talks and talks and talks about nothing. I call him John-i-pedia because if you are talking to anyone in a 25 foot radius he chimes with his uninformed thoughts on everything. Loudly of course, and completely non-sensical. It's almost as if he thinks all worldly ideas are birthed from his dumb fucking brain and everyone must take sub shops guys word as gospel. I cringe, get the douchiest douche chills every time he opens his mouth. He is the quintessential jack-ass, this guy doesn't know jack shit. He just spouts off on any and everything, filling the long dull hours with so much nonsense you want to drive a railroad spike into your own skull.
He may be the biggest loser I have ever met. The guy is 41 lives by himself in literally a room he rents. He "jams out" by himself, but only after he "smokes some weed". He doesn't watch tv, yet he has seen every movie and watched every tv show. He drives me nuts, I hate him. I hope he reads this some day soon and decides to brush his teeth with a 9mm. Do you see this john YOU ARE A PUD!
Tell me I am not the only with a John, please.
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Why don't you start slipping roofies into his drinks? At least that way he'll just pass out. I know, a waste of good roofies and all that, but still, isn't it worth it for your sanity?
i have ruffied myself and i can tell you i don't what all the fuss is. i wish i could atleast taze him or something, i dunno sometimes i wish violence is teh answer.
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