One of the newbie sales guys (he's a week old, one more and he's a vetran) said to me: "I don't want to stereotype, but with the hair, the coat, and the buttons, it looks like I've seen you at the Power Company." That would be because he has, at Goth nights. He looks familiar, but I can't place the face. Still, if he goes to Goth night, he can't be all soulless and evil sales demon.
There is this one person in my class who so obviously is a transgender. The hands, the face, the turtleneck, the voice. This amuses me, as being transgender is cool. Almost as cool as metagendered, where you just eschew gender identity in favor of hyperindividualism.
::splints the arm he was patting himself on the back with::
Anyway, other cool stuff:
This lady was challenged to make rhyming couplets,
I say to the challenger that he should suck it.
Actually, I'm addicted to rhyming like this,
Sometimes I must stretch and rhyme while taking a piss.
Or really my rhymes are absolutely horrid,
Anybody got a peanut?
I go fling poo now. Oh, to gank a quote from that same young lady: "Shampoo for my real friends, and real poo for my sham friends."
YAY POO! Poo is funny. It smells funny, it looks funny, and it tastes funny.