I don't like people. And yet, by my choice in planets, they surround me. Dilemma.
To be fair, I don't think I'd like Martians or Venutians either. And the Plutopians? Complete asshats. No, seriously. Their heads extend out of their rectums and they have to wear hats because it's so cold.
Perhaps I should work on this issue. Okay. I resolved to only not like stupid people. Therefore, if you are stupid, please start initiating a warning system around me so that I do not need to deal with you. For example, you could beep. Or get a tattoo on your forehead that says, "Drooling Moron".
Or, hey, just drool. That would work too.
Okay. Back to the salt mines.
I don't really work in salt mines, silly person! But if I did, it would do wonders for my french fries at lunch.
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