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25.2.05 [ Sometimes, People Make me Angry ] 1 comments
Seriously, I hate potatoe chips. And there is definately no place for food in a computer lab. The next time some hotshot with one of those ridiculous trendy "pre-worn" motorcyle jackets sits down next to me in the lab, plugs in his freaking entertainment system, then proceeds to noisily mow down a bag of potatoe chips, I am going to slug him in the face.
For starters, guy does not look like he drivess a crotch-rocket, he looks like a poser with an overly expensive but cheaply-made leather jacket--ooh! it's got artificail oil stains on it! Big Deal.
Seccondly, chew your food with your damn mouth closed: everyone in the damn building doess not need to hear you suck and crunch away on your empty calories handful at a time, mouthful by mouthful, which are an obvious substitute for a lack of substance in your life. Uck, I can feel their greasiness from accross the table. And then slurp the grease off your sausage fingertips, one by one.
My desecration of the English language here is the only thing preventing me from doing something really stupid right now.
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