Public Transportation Sucks Great Big Hairy Donkey Balls...
Did I really need to know that your last boyfriend was crap in bed, and that you can't cook worth a damn?
Why do these same imbeciles insist on having a three hour phone conversation on their cell phones? Loudly?
Did I really need to know what you're doing on Friday night, and who you're doing it with?
Why do other people insist on having a groping session in a public place? Get a fucking room, for fucks sake.
Right, I'm off to bed, I've had the day from hell, and I need a stiff drink.