Americans are trying to make #Shamrocking a “thing”.
Hey America? Fuck you.
Also, while we’re on the subject, the first one of you sons of bitches to call it “St. Patty’s Day” is getting punched in the dick.
Americans are trying to make #Shamrocking a “thing”.
Hey America? Fuck you.
Also, while we’re on the subject, the first one of you sons of bitches to call it “St. Patty’s Day” is getting punched in the dick.
I think a large part of my secret desire to become a writer is just so I can rock a load of LaTeX and use a Makefile – a fucking Makefile – on my writing.
You owe the companies nothing. Less than nothing, you especially don’t owe them any courtesy. They owe you. They have re-arranged the world to put themselves in front of you. They never asked for your permission, don’t even start asking for theirs.
“I fantasize about a massive, pristine convenience. Brilliant gold taps, virginal white marble, a seat carved from ebony, a cistern full of Chanel Number 5, and a flunky handing me pieces of raw silk toilet roll. But under the circumstances I’ll settle for anywhere.”