Got into an argument with some rich moron that thinks the valley is his private race track.
Like I don't deal with rich morons monday to sunday at the boatyard.
I got to stop giving these people reasons to interact with me. Seriously, they repulse me when they are not in arrogant toad mode and ignoring me, and I ensure myself I'll have to have the full ''quiet poor peasant, I am wealthier than you and that means I can talk smack even if I'm the one being a moron'' monologue.
I should have my vocal cords surgically removed.
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