Indeed.Demonstrative people.
Or fuck the fuck off.Indeed.
And those who use hyperboles all the time. Everything is either catastrophically terrible and the end of the world or amazingly fantastic and the best thing in the world. They either absolutely hate something or absolutely love it. They’re either crying or raging, or hysterically laughing or praising.
People just need to level the fuck out a bit. Calm the fuck down.
People who let off.People who let off fireworks.
You should complain.I'm always being sold the wrong lottery ticket. - Not won the fucking jackpot in over 20 years.
I'm literally agreeing with you here.Indeed.
And those who use hyperboles all the time. Everything is either catastrophically terrible and the end of the world or amazingly fantastic and the best thing in the world. They either absolutely hate something or absolutely love it. They’re either crying or raging, or hysterically laughing or praising.
People just need to level the fuck out a bit. Calm the fuck down.
The Quiet Hill on the hard field, that's quite poetic, beats 267 Wilmslow Rd or some such.Bryn Tawel and the road is Maes Caled.