The feedback I get from dumping my rants on y’all is interesting.  It can be divided into two categories.  Category one is stuff that I dump straight in the bin after chortling for a second.  Some of you people need to get a life, or some counseling, or better meds.  The rest is more interesting.  Obviously the second category is written by more fun people, or people that actually have a sense of humor.

For the record, there is no point “suing my ass”; I got robbed by the last set of semi-permanent live in female types, so I’ve got bugger all money left.  And it’s not anatomically possible for my head to be up my ass in the first place.  My readership, all three of you, seem to be obsessed with asses. It got me thinking about the interesting and sometimes interlocking dynamics of shared experiences that give rise to humor and colorful anecdotes.  (I got feedback that I should swear less and use bigger words).  In English; it’s funny how shit happening rings true with people.

So, in order to prevent more litigation and a lecture from our lawyer prick guy that drives a Lexus hybrid – I mean, WTF? – I conducted a scientific experiment that involved a control group (the seedy looking bar chick named Candy who always looks like she's had a hard night out on the piss), and three of my friends.  In order to ensure that the information was gained in consensus with ethics committee approval, I told them I was recording them before we proceeded to drink Jaeger bombs until we allegedly got kicked out of the bar at 4am.  The waitresses I woke up with seemed okay with my behavior and wanted another go, so it can’t have been that bad.

The information gained was this.  The world can roughly be divided between good bastards, and useless c*nts.  Now, there are some sub-categories of the latter group; gonna’s, greenie hippies, lawyers, and anyone who has ever worked for the IRS.