What kind of cancer?
Brain or Ass Cancer?
Well, that was surprisingly cathartic 
If you’re British, you’re no longer relevant. Thanks for the Beatles, though – the last useful thing you produced. 
George Kaplin, that was beautiful.
Robin
Nonsense. You forgot Burberry. You probably think Tommy Hilfiger is a top-shelf designer.
So if you’re British, thanks for Burberry. Otherwise, what Boyo Jim said.
I think I hate all of you.
Yes, if it wasn’t for Burberry, we’d have to wait for chavs and lads (or whatever the ludicrously-dressed impoverished drunken louts call themselves these days) to speak before we could identify them.
Thanks for the visual early warning, Brits. You lot are all right.
Would you mind explaining the difference? Since I’m apparently a plebe that doesn’t know the difference, I’d like to know what I should stick to.
Soul.
Ability to understand the concept “Stand on the right, walk on the left” (or vice versa in places where the right lane is the passing lane) is what distinguishes a sapient being from a hundred kilos of protoplam that got dumped onto the escalator and has not yet been removed by the sanitation crew.
If you cite majority opinion as definitive on any question other than the state of public opinion itself or the limited range of political choices that are properly dependent thereupon, you are an idiot.
100% with you on this.
I like Harry Potter, and whilst not high brow and it is a bit flat and predictable, I still squeal like a 12 year old fangirl whenever I read bits.
Ok, so I am a pissweasel.
Sue me.
Twilight, however, is crap. Glittery Vegan 108 year old vampires who go around stalking a 16-17 year old girl with the personality of varnish. If Zombies came in half way through and ate all the main characters, I would have given a standing ovation.
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Please. If you stoop to watch television, your brain is turning to mush and you are beneath my regard. I simply shudder at the idea.
Oh, and dear musical cretin… Mozart’s Sonata in A Major, KV 305, is not a “song.” It is a sonata for violin and piano, and no one is singing it.
Smooth Jazz is a contradiction in terms, you idiot.
If you slouch into my classroom with your trucker cap twisted so that the bill is sticking straight out to the side, and proceed to take out your cell phone and “surreptitiously” text under the desk while I’m watching, you’re a fucking moron. And you look like exactly what you are - a rich white suburban kid trying to throw down with some non-existent street cred.
If you twitter your way in my classroom in a micro-mini skirt and Ugg boots, and a shirt with a collar cut down to your naval so that your nipples just miss being on public display, don’t be surprised if I mistake you for a stripper that got lost on the way to Shotgun Willie’s, or a prostitute who needs directions to East Colfax Avenue.
And playing stupid is not cute. One of these days, those boobs are going to sag, and your stupidity will not save you.
…but in the meantime, got any plans for Saturday night?
If you must use a computer to point your telescope your a wanker. A star chart and a brain work just fine. Note, does not apply to astronomers doing actual research, where time is money.
If you insist on driving the last fraction of a mile on a really bad road to get the parking area for the head of the hiking trail, so that you can hike all day, risking getting stuck in the process, you are an idiot and a wanker.
Elitist?
Pshaw!
I’ve been called elitist by several people I did not know over the years. I was even called elitist in the LOCAL NEWSPAPER.
You people are all elitist wannabees.
I haven’t forgotten Burberry. But it is much older than the Beatles. dating back to the 1800s. So the Beatles are in fact the last useful product from England, or Britain, or whatever name you “people” want to call it this week.
I’m glad we’re all agreed, then.
You can’t just post that and walk away, you know. Tell us!
Valete,
Vox Imperatoris
Ok, I will tell about the time with the newspaper…
It was when I was teaching college. I was in charge of mentoring/helping/recommending for termination 
new and/or part time instructors.
One of the math teachers of a nearby high school decided he really wanted to teach at the college. He was an EXTREMELY popular teacher, amongst the students and the population as a whole. Think Obama-like. We were looking for a full time instructor and so we were interested.
Turns out he had an Masters of Education degree in Math. This started the alarm bells. You see, an M.ED in math is usually a VERY weak degree…not even equivalent to a Bachelors degree in math. Heck, it’s more equivalent to a minor in math more than anything.
We informed him that his education background was not adequate enough to teach at the college level. This set him off. He went very public to try to use his popularity to bully us into letting him have the position.
Before the public grilling…er…meeting we prepared ourselves by contacting that teachers alma mater and received from their math department an official ‘proclamation’ that their M.ED degree was not even the equivalent of a Bachelors degree.
Because I was the guy in charge of new and part time faculty AND because my fellow math instructors were very strong in their opinions but also very much spineless wimps, it fell on me to be the lightning rod.
The public meeting was…not fun.
The next day the local area newspaper had my name in lights and grilled me in a front page article. In it was my name == ‘elitist snob’.
So…all you elitist wannabees…I have proof I am!!
{the teacher didn’t get the job}