Hey: whoever it is that broke those glass bottles all over Market Street today and made me swerve on my bike and shit my pants: what are you, a pimply faced 19 year old boy who thinks getting drunk is awesome and wouldn't-it-be AWESOME if you started breaking shit? I mean for godssakes, how long are you going to sit around reminiscing about your frat days where you and your buddy get red faced and can't hold your alcohol, thumping your chests so dimwitted girls (cause who else would find those antics interesting) can grind up on your balls while you wear shirts two sizes too small and brag about how the latest party was fucking great and all those ho's came and how you can't remember what you did. Jesus.
Hey: pimply faced 19 year old boy. Shut the fuck up. And if you want to get rid of some testosterone, I hear Afghanistan is great this time of year. Fucker.