I'm not saying I don't wash up after taking a whizz, cause I do, I'm just wondering if it's really needed. That's all. Kinda like putting your blinker on when merging into traffic. I mean, you HAVE to go left because the road disappears so there's no need to put your blinker on. But I've gone over that in previous issues and all right minded people agreed with me, duh, so there's no need to belabour the point. You can, however, use it as a point of reference for how bright you are, if you agree with me then you know you're more thought-out than the unwashed masses. QED.
Which brings me to the news of the morning. Firefox is a steaming pile of goat. Everytime my "work" machine crashes (once every couple weeks) Firefox loses all my bookmarks. Poof. Gone, just like that. They probably save them in memory then re-write them to disk when you close out of the software, just to insure that people lose their crap, because open source hippies are dummer than a donut hole, and of course that's the absolute wrong way to do it. But the last time it happened, this morning, Firefox lost all my bookmarks and lost my google search bar and refused to remember my preferences and wouldn't let me add new bookmarks???? WTF??? I uninstalled and re-installed and did everything short of banning gay marriage, to no avail. I had to go through my registry and delete every reference to Firefox, then go into some secret Application Data folder and delete everything that said
steaming pile of goat Mozilla on it, then re-install and it finally works. Of course all my history is gone, hell, all my everything is gone, but at least the bugger works again.
Which then takes me to SubWaytm for some lunch today. I get the real cute worker girl, not a day over 18 years old and ripe like a pear, and I order up a foot long chicken teryaki with everything EXCEPT pickles1 on it. Right? How hard can that be? Right. Well the little hottie is just a-workin away cramming all the yummy veggies on it then and she starts putting, yep, pickles, the ONE thing I don't want, right on the sandwhich. So I'm like "Yo sweetpants, I'd like nothing better than to take all your clothes off and have hot sweaty monkey sex with you for hours on end, cause you're just as cute as it gets, but TAKE THOSE ALLAH FORSAKEN PICKLES RIGHT THE FUCK OFF MY DAMN SANDWICH FOR FUCKS SAKE." Damn, girl.
 - Pickles the veggie, not pickles the hot HuSi vixen. As such we're dealing with pickles in the scholastic sense, not in the biblical sense.
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