Or, pokey people in general. They are usually in front of me at the grocery store checkout, arguing with the cashier about the expiry date on a coupon and the prices in the weekly flyer for the items they did not get. They got something different, but the sale price should apply because of reasons. Insane, totally irrational reasons.
If, from your perspective, the bar seems to have been set too low or too high, try something different. Pole vaulting and limboing have opposite measures of success. One of them should suit your abilities in a given situation.
It’s the only place in the world where random strangers will come up to you and engage you in a complex conversation that makes you want to eat a gun. I really wish they would shut the hell up and leave me alone. I hate them so much.
When I first heard of a place in California named Santa Cruz, I really thought people were talking about a Christmas event on a boat on the ocean, or possibly on a river, a lake, or an estuary. It turns out that it isn’t a littoral Santa Cruise, a cruise where you sit on Santa’s knee and tell him what you want for Christmas, but rather it’s a place where seafood and ambition go to die.
Just like their poultry and beef counterparts, they are grass fed, and raised without antibiotics or hormones. Raised in the wild without supervision, these scrawny, underweight humans suffer from numerous curable conditions, but it is a small price to pay for the privilege of remaining vaccination-free. The ADHD variety are force fed a diet of Ritalin and Adderall, ensuring that they remain plump and lazy, and always physically underdeveloped. These kids taste some good. Fried or barbecued, try one today.
–DG.
Inside Doug's Head 