John's prescription for rage:
- Shake hands with a 9 year old.
- Immediately eat tacos.
- Wake up with the flu.
Now I'm not saying there's causation. But there's causation.
When I feel the flu coming on, my first and only priority is assigning blame. Fuck you, Max, you mustard-stained little petri dish, you filthy maxi-pad of a person. My second thought: "Hey! I don't have to do the treadmill today!"