@Feral Dog: Jesus, bro, that blows major chunks, I'm sorry. Nobody should be forced to deal with someone else's infant unless its in their job description.
Something about people I've found that pisses me off: "complex" people. You know, the kind of person that will say "I want a ham sandwich" and expect you to intrinsically know that they're really saying "I'm sad." The kind of person who, when confronted with their blatant fuckery, insists that they're merely "a complicated person" and that you "just can't understand them." Fuck you. I didn't grow up in Ass Backwards Town where "blue" equals fucking "coconut." If you want me to do something, fucking come out and say it, asshole. Don't make some comment that's completely un-fucking-related and expect me to pick up on the, again, completely unrelated subtext. I shouldn't have to run your words thru a damned DOD standard decryption algorithm just to understand what you're actually trying to say. Is it really so much to ask for people to actually say what they mean? Is this just my 20 years of social ineptitude, once again, showing its ugly face?
