OLIVER
Mud. Fucking. Sucks.
Everything about it sucks.
Not only does it get everywhere that it's not supposed to, it's also messy and stains clothes! Moving the wood and other junk seemed to be going great, but of course, the mud decided to give Oliver the massive middle finger and carry off every attempt he had made to try and clean up the stones. Letting out a loud groan, he moved to pick up a handful of the stones and made a dramatic effort to walk out of the building and set all of the stones down on the ground, forming a brand new pile outside the building. He'd then trudge right back inside and continue with gathering all of the stones.
If you were close to him, you'd probably hear him muttering things along the lines of. "Fucking mud...shoving a stick up my ass...fucking hate mud." And a lot of other jabs at the mud. Hopefully everyone else was having an easier time because the mud was certainly making his life a hell of a lot harder than it should be.
Everything about it sucks.
Not only does it get everywhere that it's not supposed to, it's also messy and stains clothes! Moving the wood and other junk seemed to be going great, but of course, the mud decided to give Oliver the massive middle finger and carry off every attempt he had made to try and clean up the stones. Letting out a loud groan, he moved to pick up a handful of the stones and made a dramatic effort to walk out of the building and set all of the stones down on the ground, forming a brand new pile outside the building. He'd then trudge right back inside and continue with gathering all of the stones.
If you were close to him, you'd probably hear him muttering things along the lines of. "Fucking mud...shoving a stick up my ass...fucking hate mud." And a lot of other jabs at the mud. Hopefully everyone else was having an easier time because the mud was certainly making his life a hell of a lot harder than it should be.
I JUST WANT MY EXISTENCE
TO BE MORE THAN TREMBLING
TO BE MORE THAN TREMBLING
