You know what grinds my gears? Bad transmission fluid! Especially when it's like a million degrees cold and the gear lever feels like it's stuck in overcooked fudge and the whole car seems to handle like through a knit mitten on a worn out remote control, only the mitten fails to isolate your deep frozen hands from the equally frozen steering wheel letting you know that the tires are sliding on the lumpy ground, tenfoldly thawed and re-freezed through heaps and heaps of snow that somehow has found its way inside your jacket and arms and legs and shoes, which just as well are only waiting for you to tilt your next step just enough to make you fall over while tip-toeing through the slippery and lumpy sidewalk the oblivious city workers obviously have neglected when portioning out the minimal share of gravel which seems to be a scarce commodity in this ****in' town that smells of metan and snot all because of the millionth minus degrees that occupy everything you touch, wear, dwell in, see, hear, smell, and are because you know that werever you turn in order to escape it even for a few seconds, you will encounter only more cold because every-****ing-thing is simultaneously approaching the absolute zero apart from the god-forsaken ****ing two square-centimeters of heated space you're in while calling the winter a whore with three unwashed colons for a brain and where you'll discover that the remote is more than an armlength away so that you'll have to get your fat ass up and walk all the way to the couch where it happened to be in order to change the background viewing of that bottomlessly stupid program "Man Show". **** I HATE "MAN SHOW"! WHAT KIND OF RETARDATED WASTE OF SPERM LIKES "MAN SHOW"?!
That's what gears my grind! That and the mug of Adam Sandler! Retarded ****!
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