potential

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  • Gym people always talk up about potentials, but for my sanity, don't even.
    Gym people always talk up about potentials, but for my sanity, don't even touch the fucking idea! Don't open the door. Cause you won't be like that! All you gonna end up getting would be some apartment with one tiny grey starving little cat with diarrhoea, sitting on a mattress-less bed, with its huge eyes meowing at you. "Miao~~". And an unforeseen landlady untangling her popsocks at background. Then you're this terrible guy, in the colour of aubergine, emerge yourself from a dark corner, holding a mug of beer wearing a string vest going "where are the chips?". That's your fucking potential!
  • People gone about mad in city especially, because it gets very stressful sometimes.
    People gone about mad in city especially, because it gets very stressful sometimes. So, people gone strange, they go for all sorts of weird activities that are very bad for them, the gym, the yoga, all those highly carcinogenic activities that will catch up with you in the end. Or even those really moronic little books like, "How to release the inner you", or "The high effective habits for a tosspot", which you don't event want to talk about in the first place, or Release your potential...
  • Potential is a very very dangerous idea.
    Potential is a very very dangerous idea. I think you should stay away from your potential. I mean that is something you should leave it absolutely alone. Don’t touch it, cause you will mess it up. It's potential, leave it. It's like your bank balance, you know, you always have much less than you think. Don't even look at it. No.
  • The idea of potential has always been struggle.
    The idea of potential has always been struggle, cause if you look at the people who use it, who do actually give it everything, you know, like great athletes, Beckham or Andy Murray of this world, people charging, shouting, running up and down the field, swearing and shouting at each other. Are they happy? No! They're destroying themselves! Who's happy? You! The lazy fucker watching them, with a pint of beer bounced on your belly, roaring advices at the best athletes in the world. "YOU WANKER!"

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  • Gym people always talk up about potentials, but for my sanity, don't even.
    Gym people always talk up about potentials, but for my sanity, don't even touch the fucking idea! Don't open the door. Cause you won't be like that! All you gonna end up getting would be some apartment with one tiny grey starving little cat with diarrhoea, sitting on a mattress-less bed, with its huge eyes meowing at you. "Miao~~". And an unforeseen landlady untangling her popsocks at background. Then you're this terrible guy, in the colour of aubergine, emerge yourself from a dark corner, holding a mug of beer wearing a string vest going "where are the chips?". That's your fucking potential!
  • People gone about mad in city especially, because it gets very stressful sometimes.
    People gone about mad in city especially, because it gets very stressful sometimes. So, people gone strange, they go for all sorts of weird activities that are very bad for them, the gym, the yoga, all those highly carcinogenic activities that will catch up with you in the end. Or even those really moronic little books like, "How to release the inner you", or "The high effective habits for a tosspot", which you don't event want to talk about in the first place, or Release your potential...
  • Potential is a very very dangerous idea.
    Potential is a very very dangerous idea. I think you should stay away from your potential. I mean that is something you should leave it absolutely alone. Don’t touch it, cause you will mess it up. It's potential, leave it. It's like your bank balance, you know, you always have much less than you think. Don't even look at it. No.
  • The idea of potential has always been struggle.
    The idea of potential has always been struggle, cause if you look at the people who use it, who do actually give it everything, you know, like great athletes, Beckham or Andy Murray of this world, people charging, shouting, running up and down the field, swearing and shouting at each other. Are they happy? No! They're destroying themselves! Who's happy? You! The lazy fucker watching them, with a pint of beer bounced on your belly, roaring advices at the best athletes in the world. "YOU WANKER!"