There once was a program where they took groups of troubled teens and put them in grown-up prisons to scare them straight—not straight as in the no longer gay straight, but the straight and narrow kind of straight.
There once was a program where they took groups of troubled teens and put them in grown-up prisons to scare them straight—not straight as in the no longer gay straight, but the straight and narrow kind of straight.
It turns out that they are significantly more tolerable if you just stare passively at their jiggly boobs and wait quietly for the vitriol to end. Avoid direct eye contact at all cost. For the love of God, do not ask follow up questions. And how was your relationship with your father? It’s your nuclear …
They say hardship builds character, but I am not all that into hardship. I need to get me some more of that character stuff, though. I blame my parents for not instilling in me an appreciation of the value of follow through. Apparently, it’s all in the wrists.
Have you ever had the joy of working with one of those ‘wonderful’ people who, the moment you see them some distance down the hallway looming towards you, make you think, “Nope! Not going that way,” right before you turn sharply and head for the rickety stairway?
And I don’t mean mustard. There’s a weird piece of crud on the floor that looks like either a Rice Krispy or a turd from a mouse. These things are not interchangeable–tasty marshmallow treats made from mouse excrement are not very enjoyable.
Inside Doug's Head 