Pajamation

Don't you think...

it's a good idea to have tinted windows if you're going to be digging in your nose like you're mining for gold? Just a thought.

Similar images...

are circulating, but this is fantastic.

Let's get one thing...

perfectly straight: you have no right commenting on an individual of the opposite sex with any form of critique if you, yourself, are far from being anything remotely attractive. For example, a girl walked in the office today and was speaking with someone regarding a particular service we provide and how to go about setting up an initial meeting. She walked out and this buffoon next to me says, "She'd be ok if she worked on her butt a little more. And I don't like the way she talked." Three things please: 1. No one asked you. And trust me, I can say with fair certainty I never would ask you... about anything. 2. Have you looked at yourself lately? Please go consult a mirror before you begin playing master physical critic. 3. She spoke like she had a slight accent you nitwit. It's called different people from different places. What a complete tool.

I'm at the post office...

and this lady next to me in line is entirely too in to her gum with all the smacking and open mouth chewing. It's so loud it's ridiculous. And what is with all the hair tossing, and fixing, and smacking, and tossing, and oh give it a rest already!

My sister...

had me take this "Are You a Racist" test while she was pursuing her psychology degree, and I completely forgot about it until a couple months ago. I couldn't remember where the test was hosted, but now, thanks to reddit, it's back. Thanks to aardvarkious at reddit for the submission.

"It is...

by the intense disdain for those that stand in opposition of us that we are able to tolerate those that stand with us."

I certainly feel that way sometimes!

Why oh why...

does the jazz music being played in the establishments of many businesses have to be so incredibly painful? This stuff isn't even remotely decent. I find the whole "let's take a popular song and make it jazzy" idea so tired and, well, played out. But then again I suppose the musicians employed to convert Top 40 masterpieces are thrilled to showcase their talents!

Is it just me...

or is this list of socialites not just completely hilarious, absurd, and amusingly unnecessary?! These "circles" of the so-called "elite" always seem so pretentious and me-monsterish (courtesy Brian Regan).

I don't know...

if this was an intentional test orchestrated by a rather clever individual or just an accidental coin loss, but the psychological analysis is fantastic. Do you see it?

I'm not quite sure...

on whom the joke is being played, but which way do we go?