Fighting, fucking and fucking people up. Fighting, fucking and fucking people up. Fighting, fucking and fucking people up again and again. It’s the same God dam thing week in and week out. Over and over again my week is the same. My life is just the same old same old. If I’m not beating the shit out of some girl I’m fucking the shit out some girl with my strap-on cock.  It’s either a vibrator up her ass or a cock up his. Every night it’s the same thing over an over again. Every night it’s party! Party! Party!

Why can’t my life be like other people? Why can’t I sell cosmetics at the mall? Why can’t I serve fast food wearing a neat uniform with a paper hat and a name tag? Why can’t I spend eight hours a day in an office cubical with florescent lighting? Why can’t I work in customer service? Where is my thirty minute lunch break?

Day after day it’s just party and fuck, party and fuck, party and fuck or fuck and party. Ok…Ok…I know what you’re thinking. You’re thinking I’m a whiner! You think I’m a whiner? I’ll bet your wouldn’t call me a whiner to my face! I’ll bet you wouldn’t…

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