the battle ragethseth

Hey peeps. What be happening?...Really?...Well isn’t that wonderful!...I’m so happy to hear that. You should be proud of all those wonderful accomplishments! Your ambition is through the roof! Really. No, seriously, I’m happy for you. That’s soo great...you, you, no good dumb luck bastard. Fuck you! Who do you think you are?! You’re noth-

Muse: Hey, hey, hey. Geez, Working Boy what’s wrong?
Working Boy: Oh hi Muse. Why would anything be wrong?
M: Well, you’re cursing out your faithful douche bag readers.
W.B: Yeah so?
M: Isn’t that kind of strange and pathetic?
W.B: Um, no, because, well, they are doubche bags.
M: Do you even know what a douche bag is?
W.B: What does that matter? I’m suffering here. I’m at the bottom. The fucking bottom. Nothing is going right anymore!
M: Oh come on it can’t be that bad.
W.B: the hell it can’t. All I do is sit at home smoking and writing cuss words in permanent marker on the walls of the study/An Doof Ass’s old room.
M: And that’s my fault?
W.B: Well, it sure as hell isn’t mine. I’m just the earthen vessel. You’re what makes it snap.
M: It’s true, I am the the sweetness.
W.B: So where have you been? Ever since you left everything tastes like NutraSweet and crumbles in my hands like sandcastles made of broken alabaster dreams and-
M: Oh good heavens! Just stop! Stop talking!
W.B: You see! I’m like a baked cheezer in the rain. What can I do?
M: Listen, have you ever tried just telling people what you think about stuff. I mean, look around people are constantly spewing their guts about the most idiotic things and their eating it up. Eating it up like the slop pigs they are.
W.B: Now you’re talking! Those stupid pig bastards sitting around eating their bagels and living off cheap graduate school grants. Who do they think they are?
M: Seriously, they wouldn’t know me if I walk up and handed them a business card which clearly states my name and purpose.
W.B: Yeah, fuck everyone!
M: Now that’s awesome
W.B: Really you think so?
M: Oh yeah, it's one of those double entendres deals. Chicks love that shit.