"I don't know man, if you look like that, you just shouldn't breathe!"
"If your girl sees me, she won't even give you the time of day!"
Ever since we stepped into the Twitter tunnel, the wind hadn't died down for a second; it felt like we were walking straight into a hurricane.
"Max, my boy, what kind of wind is this?"
"The wind of lies, Big Brother Sukrucuk, the wind of lies!"
It was never-ending. I was absolutely sick of seeing people constantly fighting with each other. The funniest part was watching random nobodies trying to lecture the actual experts in their fields. Don't get me wrong, I get just as mad at the white-collar worker trying to teach a tradesman his job as I do at the tradesman lecturing an economist, but I'd officially had it up to here.
