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It is so depressing to feel so strongly for someone when they feel nothing...

Friends are over-rated




So many days have started where I have begun to feel sober again, at which point I realize why I drank in the first place. Throughout the night you have all your pals, friends, and buds around you for a few hours laughing and singing your praises. Friends are a pandora box of stupidity and uselessness. You must understand I am an expert on friends and their idiotic nature, just look at my box of candy. I won't even be on the same damn deserted island as that group of ragtag pomegranates...or some other P word. Of course no night out with friends would not be complete without an awesome selection of piss-drunk pictures...all of which somehow include you sticking your tongue out, eyes closed with fingers in the air screaming whoo documenting these fantastic memories into forever-land of a digital wasteland.

At best you'll have them on your computer and maybe noone will ever share them. Worst case you have friends that took those pictures and they will live on in the inter-tube-net dumping grounds. Friends, that is why you drink to forget their constant misuse of you and your trust and to enjoy their company during a drunken escapade arguing the merits of Skippy versus Nutella all while trying to not leave more alone than you arrived.

Friends are over-rated give me some enemies, until then I'll party safely in my bunker...alone...alone....oh wait there he is...

dog drivers
I am not to sure about you but I am fascinated when I pass a car in the parking lot or while I am driving and look over noticing the drooling mug of a canine situated in the driver seat. I always tend to take a snap of the parked pup. In my mind I wonder if the dog is trying to figure out how to get the contraption moving so they can a)leave b)chase cars c)run over squirrels or d)run over the owner.

Dog Hatred

The word foe conjures up images of the Joker, Captain Hook, and Donald Trump...not really dogs. I don't know what State Farm has against the lovable canines but the entire book is chock full of "dangerous" dawgs. They even go so far as to say a dog wagging his tail is still evil and will rip your face off. Maybe I took a little creative license but the idea is still the same. Next time I see my good neighbor I'm going to ask about this "foe" business. Why couldn't they called it friend or rotten, mangy, rabies filled, death dogs?





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