If I help you move I feel the entire time I deserve the right to sass (Yes, the entire time. I’m moving things. For F.R.E.E.)
How did I end up here? Again! Not again!!!! Every time I say ‘ never again’ just say no. But they get you off guard each and every single fucking time. You want to say no but you give in so somehow you don’t look like a jerk. It’s friendship extortion!!
In exchange for my free labour? Crappy pizza and piss poor beer!! And I have a rule – no fucking discount beer. If your going to use my body in (a non sexy way) then it’s got to be real. [No,] I don’t care if that makes me seem like an asshole. That’s YOUR shit we’re moving. It does not belong to me. I don’t care if some rando strangers steal your things from the lobby.
By the way this is Toronto, not downtown Compton.
And another thing like don’t start setting up shit like we’re your peons. Bitch please. It’s not my stuff. So get yo shit together and move stuff while we’re burning sunlight.
/ end of sassy gay rant