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Thursday, November 20, 2008

Apples to Apples

I’m sitting at the library, at a table behind a couple in their teens.

Guy: This is so annoying. I hate history.

Girl: Don’t you find it interesting, at least a little bit?

Guy: No, it’s just a retarded amount of reading.

Girl: Well, I think it’s interesting.

Guy: What? Who cares how WWI started; it’s over, isn’t it? Let’s, like, move on, y’know?

Girl: You’re stupid.

Me: [leaning back in my chair to interrupt] Maybe he isn’t stupid – maybe his intellectual-curiosity just doesn’t naturally extend beyond video games and porn.

[pause]

Or, perhaps his mental-capacity is just too small for the questions he’s pondering.

Guy: [to girl] Yeah, maybe it’s my mental...

[pause; to me] Actually, that sorta sounds like the same thing as being stupid.

Me: It’s exactly the same thing.

[pause]

God you’re stupid.
spit out at 1:03 AM

8 Comments:

Is it moral to mock the stupid?

Or is it, rather, our moral duty to mock stupidity?

I love it when life throws up questions like that.

11/20/2008 3:12 AM  

did ypu really say that shit? class!

11/20/2008 4:31 AM  

You made me spit out my coffee, and I'm not even a spitter!

I have that boardgame. It's fun.

11/20/2008 5:26 AM  

I wanna be YOU in that conversation.

11/20/2008 4:00 PM  

Was it, by any chance, George Bush sitting behind you? No, that would be unlikely as you were in a library.

11/20/2008 10:07 PM  

Now that's just all kinds of awesome.

11/21/2008 4:06 PM  

If you really do say half the shit you tell us you say then I will have every single one of your babies. (and I'm pretty sure this comment will hold up in court, you're welcome.)

11/22/2008 3:50 PM  

I despair for our youth. Wait. I don't want to claim them. I despair for YOUR youth.

Also? I am not shitting you. The word verification right now is "pukings." Honest.

11/25/2008 2:57 PM  

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