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It was once said that a plan is a list of things that won't happen.(Way of the Gun)
With that said, quotes are nothing more than useless shit that everyone(of reasonable intelligence)already knows.
Ouch.
Allow me to elaborate; Conversations convey(under ideal circumstances)coherence and meaning, whereas quotes try to wrap up a complete line of thinking as one complete thought in a big, pretty, red bow. Well, you know what I always say: Fuck that. Feel free to quote me.
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Fuck Mardi Gras.
Fuck wine coolers.
Fuck Tabor.
Fuck you.
I hope that I've let you down; I love to return favors.
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So I should feel sorry for a girl who wants this wonderful nice guy. She's talking to me. She tells me what a nice guy I am. She won't go out with me...
What?
Did I miss an integral piece of information here or is this girl stupid?
So here I sit, alone, and definitely not feeling sorry for every stupid cunt that rants about me being so great, how they won't date me, and how they wish they could find a nice guy. Fuck you.
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Why is it the only girl that said I was perfect has been diagnosed with multiple personality and bipolar disorders, basically lives in a van, and has been married three times? I don't understand. Someone explain it to me.
I just wonder which personality thought that I was perfect.
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Fuck your honor.
Fuck your pride.
Fuck your car.
Fuck your car alarm.
Fuck you.
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I find it hard to believe that I could be a father considering I've never had sex.
Oh, watch their jaws drop.
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You never even cared to begin with. Why should you now?
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Fuck your bass system and your music.
Fuck your woman.
Fuck you.
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So is it wrong for me to hate seeing potential go to waste? To hate seeing good people do dumb shit? I guess so, terrible, weak, asshole me. Fuck me for giving a fuck. I really shouldn't care. Why do I bother? What's the point? No one else gives a shit.
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I'm so lonely.
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I'm sure you care.
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Help me.
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She just doesn't fucking get it. How can she be that bright and not get it? Maybe it's just one of those coy games that make me sick to the stomach.
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When it all comes down to it, I'm sure you could give a shit less. My feelings don't matter, that is, unless they affect you in some fashion. The homeless guy, the beaten child, the garbage man, the president. "I don't care." You can fake concern and pretend to care all day long, but when it comes right down to it, you don't care. About me, the world, anyone else... Memememememememememememememememememememememememememmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.
So, on that note, I must restate my claim:
Fuck you.
