Quick blog today.

So I’m at Starbucks (for the internet, I swear) and there are three snotty English girls at the table next to me. One of them just said, “Look at the art on these walls. It’s shit.”

Uhm, miss, if you look at the names of the artists, you’ll find THEY ARE ALL CHILDREN UNDER THE AGE OF 8!!

You’re an even bigger jerk than I am.

I should say “Why don’t you just shut your cakehole and keep eating that croissant, Fatterson.”

But I wouldn’t say that ever. Because I keep emotions on the inside. Where they belong.