The Joke That Is My Life

When the shit hits the ceiling, why does it have to spray itself all over the goddamned room?
This year is promising to be a busy one and I am liking it, despite the flying shit.

And my friend P, why the hell did you have to sneer at my suggestions and make me feel like an intellectual savant just because I decided against a PhD? Intellectual snobbery has never been my scene, you know that and neither does it pay that mound of bills. So, allow me the pleasure of saying, "I told you so."