re: #76 Slumbering Behemoth

You know what’s really depressing? Not being able to tell the difference between someone who is having a drunken, nervous breakdown, and a violent schizophrenic who will stab you in the neck with a petrified piece of Kentucky Fried Chicken the moment you utter the first syllable of the word “purple”.

Damn. That shit smarts.

I hate it when that happens, you don’t know who trust.