Gah! Friggin' Numbnuts.

My bullshit meter is broken. It's been abused. I know ya'll won't know the person to whom I address this, but here goes:

Hey, you. Yeah, asshat, you. I know you thought I was stupid, and I know you know better now. I know pills aren't your only habit. I know you aren't running errands out of the kindness of your heart. I know you're not telling anyone the whole truth. I've got your number, dick. I want you to know that every time I hear your goddamn name, your number comes up and it flashes red. Every dog has its day and yours is coming on. Don't underestimate your karmic load, and don't overestimate your own intelligence. Boo-yah, dawg. Now, fuck off, preferably in another state.