It’s harsh language, I know. In this case, it’s mainly people working in retail of any sort. I don’t know why you think I need things like a full body deodorant (for down there) especially since we’ve never nor will ever meet. And don’t try to convince me I can sport a small size jacket simply because it’s the only one left. If I squeeze into the jacket, I have no choice but to buy the whole body stink sinker. Simple case of scammer-ship.
And it’s not just in retail, but why do some people always greet and hug you declaring you look great when in fact you got dressed in the dark. Your sox don’t match. You’ve got a plaid shirt and a paisley sweater engaged in a severe and assaulting battle. And the bags under your eyes look like an upper scrotum.
When you reside in communal living (like an apartment house) pulling things together to get ready to take the dog outside add extra testing for the poor little dog bladder. Is my breath superior to her releasing herself? Why must I put on clothes showing an inkling of style, when the dog’s been wearing the same damn collar since birth? And they gotta be humiliated scrunching up their hind legs while you’re coaching “good one, good one baby”. Like they care. They just want to get back inside with some sort of dignity left. I think that’s an instance of douche baggary you’ve just committed.
Face it. We suck as a civilization. No wonder the orange wizard swept Super Tuesday.
We need a hero, and I hear he steals Girl Scout cookies and looks under their skirts.
That’s the man for the job. That’s our spiritual leader. So go on out their and claim you’re the second coming that fell asleep in the tanning bed.