Um, stupey, don’t you know that’s counterproductive?
Typically I don’t pay any mind to such things, because the fourpack is generally pretty busy yammering at me and trying to outdo one another in the “Let’s make mom guffaw and/or yell at us in public” departments, but the contents of the buggy in front of me at Wal-Mart tonight just baffled me.
He put it all on the conveyor belt with nary a blink nor an ironic smirk:
I know they shouldn’t, but people amaze me so damn much. I should be a fucking behavioral scientist.
Behavioral scientists, as I understand it, don’t get infuriated or appalled by their subjects. Condsidering that, I’d be pretty crappy at it, overall.







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