The bullshit stops here.

Funny how things workout. Funny how the choices we make bring out the true colors of people we pretend we know. Funny of how the choice of doing what one enjoys doesn't bode well with these people. These judgemental, holier than thou, self-serving, self- righteous lemmings. These empty, emotionally inept, no class lost, clinging onto all they can leaches. Funny how not needing to have 100 live friends or multiple Bookface FarmVille buddies can upset the apple cart of excrement these so called friends ride high upon. I hold those that remain dear and choose not to eat or buy the bullshit that the vindictive shit king chooses us to dine on. I choose to enjoy the close un-organized company I keep. I choose to no longer have time for your bullshit... and dont burp into the mic when ladies are playing. Dont try and coax some girl into showing you her boobs because you need a new masterbatory fantasy. Show some class. Be a gentleman. Be a human being. Yeah, I'm a people person.