I hate the baby penis (or, Stop talking so loud into your headset, moron, we don’t give a shit about your business)

WTF dude? Why the hell do people think we come to the internet café to listen to them talk on the damn phone? Why? Why the hell can’t they pull out their damn phone so that they don’t feel the need to shout? (I know, I know… they would still be shouting… but at least they wouldn’t be wearing a retarded baby penis on their ear.) Why the hell can’t they just go outside? It’s lovely out. There’s tables out there. Why must they insist on ruining our time chillin, doin homework, listening to the oddball selection of jazz, blues, and 30s big band music the café thinks is appropriate?

I’m just saying if you really want to be all Armando Montalongo (or whatever the fuck the dude’s name is) maybe you can do it somewhere else please and let us write our stupid papers in peace. Ya damn idiot. Frickin baby penises. Fucking hate ‘em.

/rant.

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