You know what I hate? I hate it when your trying to pour your first cup of the day and the damn coffee pot pisses all over the place, pouring your much needed shot of instant energy everywhere but the cup. In a totally understandable fit of rage you strip down to only the pink crotchless panties you are wearing, cover yourself in Crisco and storm outside. Grabbing a shovel on the way you hunt down anyone that looks cross eyed at you, after breaking into a gun shop and using people with store bought coffee cups in their hands as target practise you have a 45 minute shoot out with the cops all the time screaming "I just wanted coffee damnit" After a lengthy stay at a State run mental instatute you now have an overwhelming compulsion to store handfulls of coffee grinds in your underwear (of course you have switched from the crotchless version to a far more sensible black lace number by now). Man I hate it when that happens. What do you hate?
i have to say bedlam... that's fucked up if caffine wasn't such an accepted drug you'd be considerd an addict...
