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Ok, I’ve Got To Get This Off My Chest

The lamest phrase in the English language, the cliche that makes me cringe whenever I hear it or read it. Particularly when it’s in a script.

I promise.

Really – you promise what? Like you can now control space and time? Like I promise everything will be all right?

Well here’s a news flash dimwit – no one can ever promise anything, ‘cuz no one has any fucking control over what happens in this life, particularly tragedy.

I promise – Jesus, anyone that says that to me is going home on the short bus.

Here’s what you can promise: We’re in this together, and I won’t abandon you when you need me the most.