I very rarely match my socks. Usually they are the same colour, but I can't promise much more. Is it nature or nurture? I'm not really sure if it comes down to that.
I guess it is in my nature to not match them. Although I was nurtured to fold my clothes and match them properly. So nature wins out. But a drying machine is neither nature nor nurture and it is often responsible for socks disappearing. So, this is a sort of e) none of the above question.
My new phone is sweet as all get-out, but if there's a problem, it's that I can't take secret pictures as easily. You can pretty much tell when I'm taking a picture rather than just jacking around on the phone.
I had to risk life and limb to snap a photo of this guy.
There are a variety of reasons why I felt it worthy to take this stooge's picture.
1) He was buying one bottle of cheap wine. Only.
2) He was paying via cash.
Deduction: He is the saddest man on the planet. Likely earned 10 dollars at work and is foregoing food for fortified wine. However, he is smart enough to use the self-checkout, which makes me think he is smart enough to realize his sad lot in life. He probably has no family, or they abandoned him.
3) He has a crypt keeper haircut.
Deduction: He works as a crypt keeper. Crypt keepers often have long, scragly, gray hair. For example:
Advice: Save your money over 5 graveyard shifts... at the graveyard... and buy yourself a single bullet and 4 bottles of wine. Now get out your grandpa's old Smith & Wesson. Then chug a few bottles of the wine, look at old pictures of your dead relatives/friends, and load the gun. The answer will come to you soon thereafter.
I have officially purchased my ticket for my triumphant return to Poland. There's alot of bones right down the drain. But, a Jedi's gotta do what a Jedi's gotta do.
I haven't really added any decoration to my apartment in months. My capital gets expended elsewhere. Plus I'm always tired at home. I need one of those ladies that you make a commitment with and they will give you companionship and help around the house and decorate and make you dinner for when you are home from work. I think they are called maids. Or illegal immigrants.
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but you were close :)