I was sitting at work, just minding my own business; it was late, I was cleaning up and getting ready to leave. The weird guy with the comb-over
that sticks straight up comes up to the counter where I was having a conversation with a friend. I shall make it known that I really don't like Mr. Comb-over
. He creeps me out; emitting neuroticism like some sort of fucking alien microwave death-ray out of the nightmares of H.G. Wells
He prints ALL of his e-mail.
The man is a fan of colon cancer
Picture the anal retentive toy designer
in the movie Sneakers
after extensive shock therapy...
anyway; moving right along...
I will make it short. The guy said a bunch of weird shit and was asking my friend at the counter about computers. He is scarred of me since I give him "the gaze of doom
" often, and so opted to take his computer questions elsewhere. A wise man.
He was asking about lap-top's and was explaining that he was concerned about monitor performance; yet his spiritual advisor had done some fucking hippie voodoo crystal power animal shit
to him and said that he was attuned
best to either IBM
For those of you whom think and even often claim aloud that I have little self control; you should know that it took everything I had to keep me from flying
over the counter like some sort of Navy Seal
and breaking his neck with my bare hands.
I mean give me a fucking break. "attttunnnned"? What the fuck
have to do with anything? It wouldn't have to do with the fact that IBM
are also the two of the top rated pre-built computer manufacturers? I wonder how many people are "attuuuuuned" to Hewlett Packards
s (probably not fucking many). Sucks to be them.
"Sorry pal, your spiritual energy dictates that you have to use a really shitty fucking computer".
I simply cannot abide all these dupes
; they make me fucking insane