Too many rules and regulations make me an angrier young man than usual.
Well I thought, these Latinos here, they’re already in a band
the crowds and all that corporate bullshit!
of the education system.
It’s one of the main reasons why I'm hating this first semester as a
transfer student.
regime!
bullshit. These bastards are torturing me.
shit. There should have been one mission in mind.
a thrash band that included all but one member of the original Los
Crudos line up.
I AM AN ANARCHIST!
and make some fucking noise, and don’t stop until you know an
investigation is underway—not some covert bullshit, either, but an
honest-to-god investigation, so that no more children have to endure
sexual abuse.
FLAPS You can stop hanging about and....and.....and.... FLAPS
FRANTICALLY AND KICKS LEGS BESERKLY, BUT DOES NOT RISE
we are organizing protests damn it! I’M MAD AS HELL AND I’M NOT
GONNA TAKE IT ANYMORE!!!!!
i know the board has ways around the red tape that we all don’t, it
has been displayed before.
such a pile of bullshit he had to swim through, and all for a noble
cause-- to save three lives... but of course the FDA can’t just say,
“yeah sure here you go” no no no... first they have to [shrugging
emoticon] and then they have to twidle their thumbs and then maybe
sometime later they will help out, sheesh
and red tape.
Crush pain and hardship with your steel-toed soles and your liquor bottles.
and form filling 2 claim I will just help myself at the source -
nice one whoever you are - hope you have started a trend -
Every time you went to them, all they did was throw an obstacle in
your way. It’s just amazing. Even in 1985, when the epidemic was an
official cosmic disaster, they wouldn’t cooperate. They’d make you do
everything on their timetable according to their rules.
and I can be up the next week, and I can be very topical.
mouse, let’s burn it! also gary 10 pm means it’ll be at the party
I’m organising which is 80s themed so be prepared to listen to 80s
music.
the red tape and the regulations; just send everything we’ve got in
the damn Gulf and fight the oil like it’s talking smack about our
collective momma before its pottymouth grows teeth.
man!
Hath said, getting on all fours and running on the ground, his head
more and more bear like.