Adversity
Adversity. Isn't that a lot like experience? You know, that shit you got while you worked your ass off to get what you want, but just end up with a handful of Yorkie shit, because that fucking heifer I live with is too cheap to have a housekeeper AND a mooching boyfriend. Is it necessary for her to let those hairy rats crap all over this huge house? I know, she's a big girl, and she might rip the elastic out of her giant panties, if she actually bent over to pick it up, or got out of her bed to let the mutts out.
But I digress.
I know I don't have it bad. I'm sure that there is some kid out in the Sudan who is starving or maybe some political prisoner or something, and I shouldn't complain. But let me tell you something right now, pay attention. Either one of those poor bastards would spend one week with Karla, and trying to climb up for her twice a day poking, and they would run back to whatever Hell they had, and be glad for it. You haven't had any idea of what adversity is, until you've had her roll over on you in the middle of the night, and demand that you make her squeal before her favorite Home Shopping Network show is on. It's Hell, man. That is all I can say about it...Hell.
But it beats getting a job.
Maybe.
But I digress.
I know I don't have it bad. I'm sure that there is some kid out in the Sudan who is starving or maybe some political prisoner or something, and I shouldn't complain. But let me tell you something right now, pay attention. Either one of those poor bastards would spend one week with Karla, and trying to climb up for her twice a day poking, and they would run back to whatever Hell they had, and be glad for it. You haven't had any idea of what adversity is, until you've had her roll over on you in the middle of the night, and demand that you make her squeal before her favorite Home Shopping Network show is on. It's Hell, man. That is all I can say about it...Hell.
But it beats getting a job.
Maybe.