Gecko. Now that guy got down to business. Of course, he was an amoral jackass, but that's beside the point.
I don’t have any fucking idea what you’re talking about. I can’t hear you over my own loud voice talking loudly in a bar, trying to hear myself and the person I’m talking to on my phone over the other bar patrons and their loud conversations on their cell phones. You know what the world needs? A bar and/or restaurant just for people that want to talk on their fucking cell phones all day and not be bothered with face-to-face contact. You know the shit I’m talking about. Guys that think they’re players and chicks that think they’re divas and young pieces of shit that have no real life and can’t handle silence because they might be forced to think or something. Feeling a little bitter today about cell phone assholes. I don’t even like talking on the fucking phone. Right to business, I say. Just the factual, jacktual.
