God damn it I hate dealing with nickel and dime mother****ers. This **** was supposed to go down easy and quick, and this dude is taking forever and acting all paranoid, asking me over and over if I'm undercover. I'm like, "Why?", and he thinks I'm "acting weird". Like, mother****er, I'm a weird dude, so carry your ass with that ****.
I guess it's good that he's careful or whatever, but I have never in all my days been asked if I was a cop. What the ****? Don't you think that if I was a cop I'd have better things to do than get a job at some ****ty fast food place to arrest dudes who sell dimebags? If I knew anyone else to get **** from I would drop this ******* and go buy from someone who isn't a retard.
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Originally Posted by J.R.R. Tolkien
There is only one bright spot and that is the growing habit of disgruntled men of dynamiting factories and power-stations; I hope that, encouraged now as ‘patriotism’, may remain a habit! But it won’t do any good, if it is not universal.
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