Do you really want to fuck with someone who dragged a double bass home on the bus, who wears shitty headphones that he has to fiddle with to hear right, who is self conscious about everything anyone says, who keeps getting to work late, who can't sleep, who can't keep up with his friends, who has a low tolerance for classes, who writesporrly, who doesn't want to think, who doesn't get his precious free-time, who has to fucking be an adult and not whine and not be annoying and not come within five feet of another person's personal space?

Gee fucking whiz. No, you don't. I'm not having any fun tonight.
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