Happy Freakin New Year

Its 10:42 on New Years Eve and I am still carrying loads of crap from my apartment to the car.

I had two large boxes in my arms and was using my hip to push open the door when I heard the internet Nazi ask, “are you busy?”

Dude!!! Freakin No Shit! I’m busy with these two huge boxes!

So I am trying to carry these heavy boxes to my car and the kid is waddling behind me telling me like his life story of how he left his keys in his apartment and something about his laundry and the trunk of his car and blah blah blah.

And then I snapped at him. “Dude! Seriously, I’m sorry you are socially retarded but I cant take one more boy this evening who cant seem to vocalize his needs in a comprehensible manner!” He just stared at me. “What do you need?”

He started rambling again so I walked over to his car, gave the trunk a pull and it opened. Thats all he really needed so he just stood there drooling.

Aaaagghhh! Sometimes I wonder how some people made it to adulthood...