luxury complaints

yeah, we get it. you like the toadies.
what?
say it again, huh? say that you like them again. it's just geting tedious. 'oh, half a dozen times a week' and 'oh, oh, Away vs. Tyler, which is better - but not actually talking like that with friends...' who gives a fuck?
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not to mention the brooding. on and on. everyone has problems and has to make decisions and has trouble identifying. and frankly mr upper middle class - with your subtle grey house and your shutters and your job and your new grill and polished bostonian size 9's and leather carryall soft briefcase and your polos as t-shirts on the weekend and your high metabolism and soft hands and your decent looks and good genes and loving, alive family and US citizenship - you don't have a lot to brood about.
fair enough
i mean i gotta friend that was born without nostrils. still has a nose though. just a solid cartilagey functionless protrusion in the middle of the face below the eyes. looks like a nose out of a horror film. always breathes through the mouth. nasally and shit, like a constant, subtle snore. no one wants to see a person's tongue like that all the time and the face all lazy-looking and sometimes drooling...but the guy has no nostrils! friends call him C.Tony - short for catatonia. tried for a while to keep his teeth closed - his teacher had told him that it was unbecoming to always have the mouth open. but then he had to floss like five times a day. and he looked just angry-mad, breathing through the teeth like that. smells by placing the item in the mouth to the back of the throat, and sort of snorts the sinus cavity. choked on a yankee candle tealight last week.
okay, okay.
enough with the soft life and luxury complaints then.