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Shit you said while high/drunk/otherwise fuked up
"You can't spell EMPIRE without IRE", I said to my Irish buddy last night after his 30 minute rant on how Ireland is not a part of the UK.
Same night... same pub... my old boss hanging out with my former co-workers. Notices me, tries to be nice after being a fuking douche that basically forced my hand to quit. (This is after a blunt and few beers):
"Hey Jason, how does it feel to go to sleep every night knowing that when people describe their horrid shitty asshole bosses that YOU'RE THAT GUY?"
Him: "Really? Wow. That's very refreshingly honest. How do I feel? Hm. Don't give a shit. If I did, I wouldn't be in management, still working long, hard hours and complaining about my boss... like you!"
*pwn3d* 
your turn to dispense those morsels of drunken/stoned wisdom. 
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