June 6, 2005
If you and your white-trash friends are going to wake me up at 3:30 in the morning drunkenly screaming the same things at each other ("Are you talkin' shit to me?!" "I ain't talkin' shit to you -- you broke my fuckin' necklace!") (and yes, those were two guys) interspersed with color commentary from your other friend ("I'm tired of listening to your shit!") and threats of violence, at least have the common courtesy to actually get into a fight so I have some entertainment to make up for the fact that you're interrupting my rest.
