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While I'm again trying to supplement my linguistics class with, well, whatever I can learn on the internet in order to counteract the combination of breezy, fast teaching style and the insipid questions of my classmates, I'm treated again to the loud ramblings of our computer lab attendant.
Farbeit from me to say, hey, y'know, maybe this shouldn't be some sort of coffee klatch over people studying. Oh no, I'd much rather hear how much The Fountainhead has influenced her thinking, and how she was raised on a farm, and how (OMG) Harry Potter tickets are, like, hard to get. (To what, I'm not sure, as it's at the $1 theater...)
How much do you think I should listen to before chiming in? I don't want to be That Guy (yeah I do), but they're sooo stupid, and the older (as old as me even) bearded guy is giving these two spotty girls with more eyeliner than Robert Smith such a fucking pathetic suck-up that it's about to make me cry. The dismissive way that one of the two girls describes her boyfriend is followed immediately by the pining, wistful mention of this guy's crush on a girl with a boyfriend. Yeah, you're laying it on pretty fucking thick if innocent bystanders can't help but notice the flailing attempts.
This is why when AskMetafilter has the recurring "I'm such a nice guy... Why won't she talk to me" bullshit, my immediate thought is "You're probably a whining wuss who needs an ass beating more than a blowjob."
Christ, I need to get out of here and get a beer. |
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