"So you think I'm a loser? Just because I have a stinking job that I hate, a family that doesn't respect me, a whole city that curses the day I was born? Well that may mean 'loser' to you, but let me tell you something; every morning when I wake up I know it's not going to get any better until I go back to sleep again. So I get up, have my watered down Tang and still frozen Pop-Tart, get in my car with no upholstery, no gas, and six more payments, to fight traffic just for the privilege of putting cheap shoes on the cloven hooves of people like you. I'll never play football like I thought I would. I'll never know the touch of a beautiful woman. And I'll never again know the joy of driving without a bag on my head. But I'm not a loser. 'Cause to spite it all, me and every other guy who will never be what he wanted to be, are still out there being what we don't want to be forty hours a week for life. And the fact that I haven't put a gun in my mouth, you pudding of a woman, makes me a winner!"
-Al, my hero
-Al, my hero
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Whoa, declared war? Badass! I'm sure they'll hate me! It'll be like me in the south, only fewer cousins fucking each other. I mean, hi, I'm moving to a red state, a YAY! Bush state. Wanna know all the reasons they have to hate me? I come from the state that gave you the Kennedys and then moved to the capital of the GAY. Yeah....you have no idea how much conservatives hate me as a general rule. Damn, this is going to be fun! LOL And then I'll make more friends in Michigan and be all "I'm coming to visit because they're out for blood again...." hehehehe