As always. Continue being a retarded faggot. You figured out your true calling for sure.
Hopefully in some thirty years time when you hit 71 you'll have finally figured out your "true calling," have hauled your way up to the second rung of the ladder of success and are making more money than that panhandling bum you share your street corner with on Stockton Boulevard as you work your "day job" dancing on the street dressed like a chicken.
I know the time factor demands of your career are especially pressing on Saturday evenings, so I'll let you get back to your pile of dirty dishes. Don't forget to check behind the bathroom stall doors when you clean them, little buddy.
"I tell ya Frank, when I look at the
middle aged of today I truly despair
for the future of the country."
