"Will the happiness never end?" It's over

All good things must come to an end. Hostilities resumed last night with gusto. There was no one major issue just a culmination of a thousand little things. I'm in a right fucking grump now. It's everybody else's fault and I accept no personal responsibility at all. I just want to pull the duvet over my head and sleep until the world evolves into a brighter happier place. Or until "God" makes it's so, if you are that way inclined.

Until then I have just one thing to say to all the mouth breathers, crotch sniffers, entitlement dingleberries, the people who say "I Know your boss", the cheap fucks with invalid discount card's, the suck ups, the people with friends in high places, the people in high places, the liars, the criers, the people who should know better, the fat people (you are taking up two seats), the thin people (you aren't even eating!), the drunk parents, the drunk kids, the drunk phone calls, the coat losers, the phone losers, the bag abandoners, the tantrum throwers, the table thumpers, the tardy, the stupid questioners, the coffee machine, the food lift, the one pen in my pocket of five pens that doesn't work, my landlord, my cooker, power trippers, the meek, the pittance that is my wages, the people who set the wages, the five days until I'm off for a week, being 35 in a week, not being 25 in a week, the shitty tippers, the non-tippers (you're gonna get yours), the huffers and puffers, the people in a hurry (you should'a fucking booked then), smokers, non-smokers, cigarettes (you got me and I can't get out), whinging, whinging about whinging.......

FUCK YOU.

clicky
Peaches knows the score

I'd love to spend some time in a locked room with a full bladder and this waste of human skin. Anthony Anderson urinated on a dying woman and recorded it to use it on YouTube. Given my current mood I'd probably do more than empty my bladder. Beyond words......