I don’t have too many rules for living other then make sure to breathe, and kick the ass of those who try to stop you. But recently I’ve developed a new rule to live by. If you want to talk to me, make sure you can speak the same language as me. Nothing pisses me off more then wasting my air and time trying to figure out what some Fez is trying to say to me. If you’re having trouble remembering not to speak if you don’t know how, use this rhyme. If you can’t speak, then shut your beak. If you try to talk, I’ll cut off your cock. I you are a girl, I’ll murder your family. Rhyming is difficult.

Just the other day I was having a fun filled night egging retards when all of a sudden some foreigner decides to talk to me. Sadly this was necessary because I was trying to get in somewhere and he controlled the entrance. Kicking ass to get in this time was not an option. After about 30 minutes of trying to figure out what he said I eventually just threw monopoly money at him and he let me in. I do not normally throw my monopoly money around. Just the fact that I couldn’t figure out what the hell this moron was saying pissed me off royally and ruined my evening. I had to run over a few cripples to get my mojo back up.