Thou shall have no more than one bitching buddy.
Many alliances were forged out of a shared source of crib. Through litanies of imprecations and emotionally-charged rants aimed at a common target, a bond is formed. Something about human decency that having somebody else muck-deep in the shit with you makes for a comforting thought. Sometime in posterity it was determined that shit-slinging, whether in the professional world or in your friendly neighborhood, is supposed to be a group activity, like coup d'etats and coup attempts.
Though bitching buddies are good for the worst of times, it can be somewhat different from when the going gets good. Since the relationship was forged out of shit, it can't thrive on anything rosy. So, as much as you can expect a shoulder to cry on when bastard A was in his dastardly element, you shouldn't expect the same when things turn out to be roses. For as fast as bitching buddies are formed, the simple reality is that when you run out of things to bitch about, all that will remain is, er, nothing. And it is at this point that things turn heinously ugly.
For bitching buddies come equipped with the latent ability to mutate into the worse version of the very thing you were bitching about. And because they have the advantage of knowing your colorful opinion of bastard B, they are more decidedly dangerous. In this world of assholes, you can expect asswipes at every corner. As such, 'every word you say may and can be used against you.'
Therefore, thou shall bitch only to thy wives, husbands, gfs, bfs; as they are, anyway, conveniently accessible in the event that you need to kill them.
Many alliances were forged out of a shared source of crib. Through litanies of imprecations and emotionally-charged rants aimed at a common target, a bond is formed. Something about human decency that having somebody else muck-deep in the shit with you makes for a comforting thought. Sometime in posterity it was determined that shit-slinging, whether in the professional world or in your friendly neighborhood, is supposed to be a group activity, like coup d'etats and coup attempts.
Though bitching buddies are good for the worst of times, it can be somewhat different from when the going gets good. Since the relationship was forged out of shit, it can't thrive on anything rosy. So, as much as you can expect a shoulder to cry on when bastard A was in his dastardly element, you shouldn't expect the same when things turn out to be roses. For as fast as bitching buddies are formed, the simple reality is that when you run out of things to bitch about, all that will remain is, er, nothing. And it is at this point that things turn heinously ugly.
For bitching buddies come equipped with the latent ability to mutate into the worse version of the very thing you were bitching about. And because they have the advantage of knowing your colorful opinion of bastard B, they are more decidedly dangerous. In this world of assholes, you can expect asswipes at every corner. As such, 'every word you say may and can be used against you.'
Therefore, thou shall bitch only to thy wives, husbands, gfs, bfs; as they are, anyway, conveniently accessible in the event that you need to kill them.
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