Sullen2008

Jim Wisnewski:
[steps in mud puddle] Goddamn it, I hate this place.

Mike 'Schmitty' Smith:
What're you talking about? It's a big house, in the middle of nowhere. With chicks. And booze.

Jim Wisnewski:
I was talking about Washington! I'm so sick of rain I could f***in' puke, man.

Mike 'Schmitty' Smith:
You've been living here how long and you're just now noticing this?

Jim Wisnewski:
[just keeps going, ignoring him]... and God forbid, the sun comes out for ten minutes and I have some a**hole weatherman - -sorry, a**hole meteorologist - -telling me to conserve water because there's gonna be a drought. And if you mention how much it rains here, some a**hole launches into this spiel about how great it is that everything's so green and how much sh*t there is to do outdoors. You know what I do outdoors? Run to my truck before I get f***ing drenched. No wonder this is the suicide capital of the world.

Mike 'Schmitty' Smith:
Bullshit, WAS the suicide capital of the world. And that was only per capita. And that was in the 80s, I think. And if I was living up here in the 80s and it was muddy, gray, and shitty all the time I probably would've capped one myself. Jesus, now I'm depressed. Again. Change the f***in' subject, will you?