...and I'll be as famous as Lou Gehrig.
All along, I merely thought I was cold and heartless and the world was full of whining weaklings.
Thanks to my bro Marko, I now know that I have empathy deficit disorder.
I refuse to medicate, however, as I enjoy cutting no slack to malingerers, fluff-heads, and idiots. Besides, if they could actually treat this, what in the hell would I blog about?
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Get over it.
I have been totally pwnd.
What about lolly-gaggers and molly-coddlers?
Beer isn't medication?
No, beer is food.
Well fine then. Corn likker.
That's not medication, that's reactor coolant.
Only if you muddle some mint in it.
So it's a disorder now? We used to simply call it, "Not giving a shit."
My particular version is called, "I am no longer your social worker, how did you get my phone number? call again and 6 husky Hells Angels will rip out your spleen.... Disorder"
DILLIGAS?
Art
(Do I Look Like I Give A Shit?)
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