Organizing meetings must be a drag.
(yes, I shamelessly stole that from Bill Hicks. Fuck him too, he’s dead.)
Oooh! Oooh! Test case!
Fuck me.
Wait, I never saw the movie, but reviews I read suggested that Michael Douglas’s character was never actually named, and was listed in the credits by the name on his vanity plate: DFENS.
I wouldn’t do that. You don’t know where you’ve been.
Sadly, this is true.
Oh man. I ran out of Cheetos once. I was so disgusted with humanity that I punched a nun AND a koala. “That’s for Captain Gry!”, I said.
Well, I should qualify that. We don’t hate each other, we’re all just united in our hatred of everyone outside our little enclave (this is local government so we tend to not see the townsfolk at their best)
Lightweight. I punched a nun, a koala, a Vienam vet, fucked Darth Nader* and crashed a hijacked airplane into a petting zoo!
*actually I think that part was just a hallucination caused by lack of orange cheesy goodness.
Yeah, keep telling yourself that, it might help. Next time I’ll bring some snacks.
You guys are areally taking the heat out of my rage. Darn you all to heck.
Punch a bag of Cheetos. That might help.
You need to read some poetry by Sir Walter A Raleigh. No not that Raleigh, a later one.
*I wish I loved the Human Race;
I wish I loved its silly face;
I wish I liked the way it walks;
I wish I liked the way it talks;
And when I’m introduced to one,
I wish I thought “What Jolly Fun!” *
What if humanity is like HIV to earth?
What if each little HIV fragment is a little person?
/weed
The funny thing about misanthropy is it usually happens when everybody else doesn’t like you, rather than the other way around.
Your workplace ‘club’ reminds me of the goth kids episode of South Park.
There are no Cheetos in Heck. Hell has them alright, but they are the Japanese kind without any satured fat.
And made of squid.