About as irritable as irritable bowel syndrome. Ah know, shit joke. :ironicsmile: Awright, let me try 'n' be serious for a second - seriously dinnae laugh. :numberone: Wait! Hawd on a wee minute, ah'll get an etch a sketch n' start over. So....
Ah huv'nae been feel that well, no' been sleepin' much. Been Bed-ridden for much o' yesterday. Got a splitin' heidache. And ma sister startin' tae piss me off by point out that am "...awfy quiet. Whit's wrong?" :kickingmyself:
Now, where the f**k did that assumption come fae, eh?! So just because am quiet, there's summit wrong all of sudden, huh? Tell ye what, why don't ah shave ma pubic hair n' some conversation started tattooed on the under side uh ma balls.
Ah mean... Like, point oot that am quiet really makes me want tae talk, less. Gits on ma tits, it really does. It's f**kin' annoyin', tae. That's be like me assummin' that everybuddy who wears glasses is smart. Aye, right. :veryangry: