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10:54 p.m. - 2004-02-12 For example, if I see you and say, “Hey Mortimer, how much money do you think they charged me for the groceries that I am holding in this one little bag?”, don’t reply “Ummm…. three hundred and fifty dollars?”. The answer is $40.56, and that is highway robbery that I can not only no longer amaze you with, but even adequately complain to you about because you fucked up the scale with your idiotic guess. Example two: “Hey Baxter, see these pants I’m wearing right here? I got ‘em on sale! Guess what I paid for them!” “A nickel?” No, no, no, no, NO! I paid $15 dollars for them and they regularly cost twenty-four. You see how you ruin my image of thriftiness by suggesting it is plausible that I could have bought (let me see…fifteen times twenty…) THREE HUNDRED pairs for the same sum!?!? Don’t do that anymore.
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