Anatomy fucking blows. And I actually have to start doing work too. Fucking grades. Fucking work. Fucking effort.
Who gives a shit about proximal tibiofibular joints anyway?
“Just let me record it. Each take is worse. He’s slowly learning how to unplay the guitar.”
“I can hear that. The talkback mic is on.”
“Pickle, please let me know when the talkback mic is on so that Mr. Sensitives don’ts gos to Crysbaby’s house for vacation.”
“I can stills hear you.”
“So what do you want?! A “be able to hear things” award?!”
“Eh, not really. Doesn’t sound like a greats award, to be honest.”