I feel as though I've taken everything that I value in life and traded it in for a jump in the line at Super Walmart.
I feel like I'm being offered this great opportunity that I don't really want. You know to live the American dream: 2.5 kids, beer for the big game, an improving golf swing, and some chick with fake tits and too much makeup to howl at at the office while my wife pads around the house barefoot cleaning up my dirty sweat socks and making me plate after plate of spaghetti and meatballs for dinner.
Yee fuckin' haw.
