Meditative analysis of the Fallibility of Humanity, Act: III
Where I reinforce my apparent apathy with irreverent, unexplained sarcasm, a maze of near-unintelligible adverbs and adjectives, and a plethora of irrelevance, animosity, and complete disregard for any readers' sanity, self-esteem, or will to live.
I'm Filipino. I don't need an army.
So true, so true. It's like Hispanic, but with more subtlety. And height deficiency.
It's what makes me proud of my heritage. And craziness. And uniqueness. And generally indiscriminate antipathy.
Oh, and of course, feeling most loved when people hate me. xD
No wait...I think that's a German thing, lol. Nevermind.