Hate that the RS call us bitter just because every time they win, or we remember their historic success, or we see any referee appointed to their game, or a South American horse falling over theatrically on a field somewhere, or we think of racism, we just happen to get a little angry and our insides becomes moistened with acidic juices and our skin turns into a yellowish rind and we become sort of oval and sold individually or sometimes in little bags of six that always end up going off in the fridge because who needs six, right?
Hate that.
Hate that.