I'd probably watch it, and maybe even yell at the TV screen.
Yeah, Sunday round-table programming is like low-impact aerobics for me; my respiration and heart rate go up dramatically from all that yelling, and my upper body get a nice workout from pounding my chair arms.
Not great for my blood pressure though.
To all of you who think that it's some kind of social repression to frown upon people who make a habbit of unashamedly expressing themselves in a vulgar and crass manner, I suggest you go see the movie Idiocracy, because it's about YOU.
You talk like a fag, and your shit's all retarded.
Apparently, mods who have not seen Idiocracy do not apparently see your comment as apropos of the GP.
"What is it and where is it?"
Are you sure didn't mean G Spot?
Excuse my ignorance but, isn't a pussy a small cute hairy mammal?
If you're lucky.
Let's break-up the Comcast monopoly next.
And Microsoft, while we're at it.
There. Slashdot's equivalent of Godwin's law right there.
The point of the thought experiment isn't realism. It's priorities. If you prefer, imagine a choice between two doors: behind door A is the job of your dreams, behind door B is the woman of your dreams. There isn't a right answer.
Your point about "enough" is well taken. Being able to get "enough" of something is probably a sign of psychological health. But there are only 24 hours in a day; there's no limit to how much money you can accrue on a balance sheet.
I hope their plug design allows one to yank it out fast because it's slashdotted and probably smoking right now.
"Engineering without management is art." -- Jeff Johnson
