|Fuck these guys in the fucking face|
I mean, look at them over there. They look like poncy hairdressers who take themselves way too seriously. They look like I just told them that I think that dolphins SHOULD be extinct. I'm kidding, guys. Relax. Dolphins are clearly our friends.
They probably wouldn't even laugh at any of my jokes. Fuck 'em. I'd crank up some Diamond Dave in a second over these irritating tossers.
I generally like guys who are Police fans, which is bit of a conundrum. I'll just turn the other way to his fandom, as long as he doesn't subject me to it. It's like having his back shaved; it's fine if he does it, but I don't wanna be in the room when it happens.
As an aside, I worked at a record label in college and, as you can imagine, being the judgmental music nerds we were, we all had strong opinions about which bands were played over the office stereo. We worked out a system where everyone had a turn to pick a CD to play in an effort to be democratic. However, my boss was a total dick and insisted on the entire Police box set as his one pick. It was torture for me. I quit shortly thereafter. THE POLICE HAVE ADVERSELY AFFECTED MY WORK HISTORY! They're just the worst.