on a related note in order to keep whats left of this shit topic breathing, I might be switching sides.
I got my mom to make me a professional resume and put it out online for an oil relief job. She told me today that she used to work with a guy in the coastguard who had a heart attack a couple months ago and got transferred over to heading the oil relief effort via the coastguard in mobile, AL or something.
I usually jinx myself with shit like this but hopefully I can get the hookup, make some more money, and do something actually worth a fuck (saving environment) instead of being stuck on a stationary ship all the time.
DEUCE: MEETING THE URINE UP CLOSE AND PERSONAL AND REALIZING IT'S JUST LIKE ME AND MY PREJUDICES THIS WHOLE TIME WERE COMPLETELY FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF PTTTTHTHTHH GOD IT'S EVERYWHERE<br />DEUCE: FUCK THIS TASTES LIKE PISS<br />PANTS: WHERE IT SHOULD TASTE LIKE COTTON CANDY OR PICKLES<br />DEUCE: OR AT LEAST LIKE URINE NOT PISS