Buckpassing pieces of s**t


You know it’s garbage. You know you’re running away from it. You know there’s nothing I can do to make it right. But you Frisbee it at me and run with a cheery, "Do what you can."

OK. I will. But don’t be too surprised if I hate you with ever fiber of my being, you buckpassing assholes.

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