Another Day in Platyduce

This weeks lesson to live by: Never eat anything that is older than you are.

Todays Rant:
Why is it that people feel the need to park where you are working? I'm not talking about the folks that accidentally park somewhere that happens to be in the way, I'm talking about these mental defectives that seem to get a kick out of being where they shouldn't be. You all know the ones, those yuppie types in their big SUV's. The ones who will run over your traffic cones and drive straight though your hazard tape, and then sue you because they smudged their shiny yuppie toy in the process. These are the same folks who drive 30 miles per hour, until you try to pass them (then they can usually manage to get up to 70 or so). I don't know if this is due to some sort of masculine insecurity, or if they are just basically rude and inconsiderate, but there seem to be a lot more of them lately. That's why, deep down, I harbor a desperate secret hope that some designer of seat cushion warmers is working on a diabolical plan to make all these assholes impotent. That's what we need, some way to sterilize these people before they can reproduce and raise another generation of unpleasant asshole kids. That's what the world needs, more deranged geniuses with a bend toward passive eugenics.