Not that confronting the perpetrator is a great idea, but don't expect the full CSI treatment when you report the theft.
Actually, confronting the perp is the best way to get the full CSI treatment. If you're lucky, they might even pull up your dental records to conclusively ID your remains.
I think you grossly underestimate how low the standards of many men actually are. The requirements are pretty much just a pulse, and even that has some wiggle room.
In all my years as a celebrated sex therapist, I've never heard that particular bit of female anatomy referred to as a 'wiggle room' before.
Sex in the dark is boring.
Land sakes, man, sex should never be boring! Leave the light on long enough to find the hole that's already there!
Solved it back when they first came out in '78. With a SCREWDRIVER.
You're a better man than I. After eight screwdrivers I ran out orange juice and threw my cube at the wall, shattering my lava lamp and setting fire to my shag carpeting. I managed to stomp it out, but my elevator shoes and bell bottoms were ruined in the process. The very next day I slicked back my hair, bought a pin-striped suit, and started buying up distressed companies and selling off their assets to fuel my coke addiction.
The vast, vast, vast majority of developers happily pay that fee.
happily (adv): to mutter swears under one's breath whilst impotently shaking his fist at the the heavens and kicking the family dog
I don't think anybody is saying "there is no coal miner on the planet you can teach to code".
What they're saying is "do not count on training all coal miners to write code and expect that to work".
The problem is that by running with the most plausible interpretation, you give up the opportunity to shake your head sadly whilst piously intoning moral platitudes.
It's only dying because people are lazy.
I was about to write a long-winded diatribe lambasting you for this brazen slight of lazy culture but... whatever
my Bro Jesus will have cool things to say to me when we finally meet.
"press alt-QQ for eternal life"
People who spend dark to dark in their offices often lose sight of life, while scrambling to the top. Give your endorphins a chance to work out, too. We're all headed to the grave, make sure your journey there isn't all work and no play.
Listen to you trying to get me to go home early so you can weasel your way past me to the corner office. I'm onto you, you scheming bastard. You and your bloody endorphins are headed to the grave sooner than you might imagine.
I always just use orphans. Nobody seems to care about those.
The best part is, unlike breeding normal laboratory animals, all you need to make more orphans is a PTA meeting and an assault rifle.
It's not an optical illusion, it just looks like one. -- Phil White
