Nicest use of the f-bomb possible
Very much NSFW, especially if you sing along.
Even with headphones the hand gestures may well make it NSFW.
Yet, this bit is impossibly bubbly and very much a satisfying reply to all of those narrow-minded, judgmental, petty little jerks I (and everyone else with any character) has had to deal with over their lives.
I remember one particular group of empty little snots from high school who'd make a point of following my best friend just to call her names. That group also had plenty bad to say about me and anyone else they thought shouldn't dare to step out in public without their explicit approval.
Perhaps they've grown and changed and are now fit for society. Perhaps they never had to grow up and are still their uptight snotty little selves. Perhaps they went to seed soon after high school, and proceeded to lead bitter lives wondering what happened to when they were the arbiters of cool. I'd like to think that they've changed, but the main point is that it just doesn't matter. They have no more hold over me, and haven't for years. I hope my friends are over their bit of hell as well.
But...
I like to think that whoever is the current "cool" guard at whatever little social niche is around gets this little number sent to them, maybe with a little note saying, "they DO mean you, quit it!"
Meantime, sing along!
Even with headphones the hand gestures may well make it NSFW.
Yet, this bit is impossibly bubbly and very much a satisfying reply to all of those narrow-minded, judgmental, petty little jerks I (and everyone else with any character) has had to deal with over their lives.
I remember one particular group of empty little snots from high school who'd make a point of following my best friend just to call her names. That group also had plenty bad to say about me and anyone else they thought shouldn't dare to step out in public without their explicit approval.
Perhaps they've grown and changed and are now fit for society. Perhaps they never had to grow up and are still their uptight snotty little selves. Perhaps they went to seed soon after high school, and proceeded to lead bitter lives wondering what happened to when they were the arbiters of cool. I'd like to think that they've changed, but the main point is that it just doesn't matter. They have no more hold over me, and haven't for years. I hope my friends are over their bit of hell as well.
But...
I like to think that whoever is the current "cool" guard at whatever little social niche is around gets this little number sent to them, maybe with a little note saying, "they DO mean you, quit it!"
Meantime, sing along!
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