Me, on the welcome desk in the library: Good morning, how are you today?
Customer: I have welcomed Jesus into my heart and so I am well today and every day.
Me, a little unnerved: Okay then! Is there something I can help you with?
Customer, digging around in his bag and pulling out an iPhone in a box: Unfortunately, Jesus can't help me with this fucking phone, so I came to the library.
YOU HAVE TO WALK THROUGH THE MASTER BEDROOM TO ENTER???? HELLO????
You're telling me that if someone were to throw a wild fucking party in this house, and at least two people decide that the master bedroom is the perfect place to do the AWOOGA HUBBA-HUBBA BOIIIOIOIONG, that everybody else is either fucking trapped in the house, or they have to just go anyway and witness the chaos????
NOT EVEN A PARTY-- IF THERE'S A FAMILY AND THE PARENTS ARE IN THE MOOD-- THE KIDS ARE JUST FUCKED-- WIAT NO NOT LIKE THAT-- YOU KNOW WHAT I MEANT--
God damnit I canceled myself. Go home this post is over. Fuck me, man-- WAIT NO--