Thanx a Lot, Jerkoff!

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If I hear one more fat, rich celebrity talk about how "the secret to happiness is to get paid for doing what you love", I'm going completely bats. For every last one of those arrogant pricks, I pray a violently-removed rusty and jagged catheter is in their not-too-distant future. And no-talent drop-out 'lil spoiled rich kids like Rush Limbaugh should have theirs heavily salted prior to the process.

Adulthood has been unnecessarily harsh on me because of these deceitful egomaniacs. How many careers consist of sleeping twenty hours a day, and then banging Hawaiian Tropic Girls during the brief debacle of slothful, indolent consciousness?? Hm? With all these years of practice and training [on the sleep part], I have been ready for world-class Olympic competition at any given moment since 1984.

I am starting to suspect it will all be in vain.

... and I blame those jerks.

Look, maybe it's true that too many of my critical brain cells were promoted to respiration at that Phish concert ... but is anyone out there actually daydreaming about changing bedpans or being Janet Reno's gynecologist?

Would someone please tell these pompous asses to enjoy their good fortunes and shut the fuck up with your self-serving fairy tale bullshit?

PLEASE?