Some of you have come to believe that I like war. I wish to dash these rumors. I do not like war. I LOVE war.
Through my life, I have discovered so many forms of war. You get up in the morning, you get into your shitty car, and you see a rich CEO who works half as hard as you do drive down the street in his Porsche. Class war.
You make it to work, and you find out that the annual drug test is today. And you just so happened to take a puff of your one-hitter a couple nights ago before dinner with your wife's awful pairents. Drug war.
But then, you find out that the only ones being called in for testing are your black and Hispanic co-workers. Race war.
Then, you try to post about it on your Facebook, but then all your friends start arguing about what's right und what's wrong. Flame war.
You finally get home, and you decide to relax by watching a program about: "Who gets the box?" "What's in the box?". Storage wars.