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HEY, RAT, DO YOU EVER THINK YOU'RE A LITTLE RUDE TO OTHER PEOPLE?
OH, I DO.
THEN WHY DON'T YOU DO SOMETHING ABOUT IT?
I WOULD, BUT I'VE DONE RESEARCH ON IT, AND IT TURNS OUT I HAVE A GENETIC PREDISPOSITION TOWARD RUDENESS.
PLEASE RESPECT MY DISABILITY.
THAT'S NOT A DISABILITY.
MY DISABLED PARKING PERMIT SAYS OTHERWISE.

ANGRY BOB WAS ANGRY. "EVERYONE IS SO AFRAID THESE DAYS OF USING THE WRONG TERM AND OFFENDING PEOPLE. WE NEED SOMETHING THAT CAN BRING US ALL TOGETHER!"
THEN HE GOT A BIGGER THING! ANGRY BOB: "EVERYONE LOVES TRAINS. SO I WILL WRITE A STORY ABOUT A TRAIN AND READ IT TO DIVERSE GROUPS OF PEOPLE!"
AND SO BOB WROTE A STORY ABOUT AN OLD, RED TRAIN IN INDIA CALLED THE INDIAN EXPRESS THAT WENT "WOOO WOOO" TO CLOUDS OF SMOKE THAT NOTABLY IGNORED THEIR COUNTRY.
BOB TRAVELED TO NATIVE AMERICAN LAND, WHERE THEY JUST HAPPENED TO BE CELEBRATING "RESPECT FOR NATIVE AMERICAN CULTURE DAY." AND HE BEGAN READING FROM HIS TRAIN BOOK.
"WOOOO WOOOO," SCREAMED THE RED TRAIN. "NOBODY WANTS YOU HERE," SOBBED THE BUFFALO.
ANGRY BOB WAS BROKE AND DIED CONCERNED.
AT LEAST HE TRIED.
NEVER TRY.

WHAT DO YOU WANT FOR CHRISTMAS THIS YEAR?
WELL, I'M COLLECTING DIFFERENT KINDS OF DICE AND I'M LOOKING TO GET ONE SPECIFIC PURPLE DIE.
DIE.
HUH?
DIE! DIE! DIE!
CHRISTMAS CAN BE VERY STRESSFUL.

HEY, PIGITA. DID YOU SEE THE TEXT I SENT? I POWER WASHED MY TWO PRIVATE BROWNIES AND THE COMMON AREA.
YEAH, BUT I DIDN'T SEE WHAT IT LOOKED LIKE BEFORE.
SHOOT. I DIDN'T TAKE ANY PHOTOS OF THE COMMON AREA BEFORE, BUT I THINK I DID TAKE PHOTOS OF THE PRIVATE ONES WHEN THEY WERE DIRTY.
SEND ME THE DIRTY PHOTOS! SEND ME THE DIRTY PHOTOS!
OF MY PRIVATES?
I'D LIKE TO CHANGE SEATS.
IMPRESSIVE, ISN'T IT?

HEY, GEORGE, THIS IS MY FRIEND, RAT. HE'S REALLY GOING PLACES.
WHAT PLACES?
ALL THE BAD ONES.
THAT WAS ALMOST A COMPLIMENT.

LATER.
LATER, BRO.
LOOK AT THESE KIDS LAZILY ABBREVIATING THE SIMPLEST OF SALUTATIONS. WHAT'S WRONG WITH A GOOD, PROPER GOODBYE?
THE WORD "GOODBYE" CAME ABOUT AS AN ABBREVIATION OF THE PHRASE "GOD BE WITH YE."
I LIKE TO PUT THE SNOBS IN THEIR PLACE.

DO YOU HAVE ANY THOUGHTS ON WHAT KIND OF FUNERAL YOU WANT TO HAVE
I DON'T CARE.
I SEE. BECAUSE YOU'RE ONE OF THOSE PEOPLE WHO DOESN'T BELIEVE PHILOSOPHICALLY IN (A) THE NEED FOR COLLECTIVE GRIEVING, AND (B) A SHOWY REITRATION OF YOUR LIFE?
BECAUSE I'LL BE (A) DEAD, AND (B) NOT ALIVE.
SORT OF REDUNDANT.
HOW 'BOUT WE PLAN YOUR FUNERAL?

THAT DOOR IN OUR KITCHEN STILL SQUEAKS. WE SHOULD GET IT FIXED.
WE SHOULD, BUT WE WON'T.
WHAT DO YOU MEAN?
IT'S A PROBITO.
WHAT'S THAT?
A PROBLEM THAT'S BIG ENOUGH TO BE ANNOYING BUT TOO SMALL TO GET YOU OFF YOUR @#%#.
MY LIFE IS FILLED WITH PROBITOS.
IT'S A PROBITO WORLD.

HEY, PIG, ARE YOU STILL GONNA HELP US WITH OUR FOOD FESTIVAL?
I WILL... YEAH, THEY HAVE ME BARBECUING SHEEP MEAT.
YUCK. YOU'RE GONNA COOK IT IN A WOK. IT'S A CHINESE FOOD FESTIVAL.
OKAY, BUT THAT'S A LOT OF WORK FOR ONE PERSON, SO YOU NEED TO HELP ME.
FINE, BUT MAKE SURE YOU BUY ONLY FEMALE SHEEP MEAT.
YEAH, BUT NOT JUST ME, WILL. WE BOTH HAVE TO DO THAT.
SURE. AND GET THERE EARLY TO WARM UP THE WOK. YOU'LL BE COOKING A LOT OF THAT EWE BY YOURSELF.
WE. WILL. WE WILL– WOK EWE.
I'M KICKING HIS CAN ALL OVER THE PLACE.

HEY, I HAVE A LEAK IN MY BATHROOM. DO YOU KNOW ANYTHING ABOUT PLUMBING?
PLUMBING? I DON'T KNOW A THING ABOUT PLUMBING.
THAT WOULD BE LIKE SOME GUY WALKING UP TO YOU AND ASKING HOW TO WRITE A FUNNY COMIC STRIP.
I DIDN'T NEED THE ANALOGY.
I MEAN, SERIOUSLY, YOU WOULDN'T HAVE A CLUE.

I'M GOING SHOPPING FOR ORANGE JUICE. DO YOU LIKE IT WITH OR WITHOUT PULP?
NO RIGHT-THINKING PERSON WANTS PULP IN THEIR ORANGE JUICE.
I ACTUALLY LOVE IT.
TAKE THAT BACK.
NOW I KNOW WHERE THE EXPRESSION "BEATEN TO A PULP" COMES FROM.

HEY, RAT, HERE COMES A CUSTOMER. WHY DON'T YOU TRY GREETING HIM LIKE I ASKED.
HELLO, SIR. HOW'S YOUR DAY GOING?
DO YOU REALLY CARE?
OH, I WOULDN'T CARE IF YOU GOT HIT BY A BUS, BUT I'VE SOLD MY DIGNITY IN EXCHANGE FOR A PAYCHECK.
MAYBE DON'T SPEAK AT ALL.
ISN'T THE CAPITALIST SYSTEM CRUEL?

I THINK I'M GONNA START GOLFING ON WEEKENDS.
WHY IS THAT?
BECAUSE THERE'S TOO MUCH HAPPINESS IN MY LIFE. SO TO CHANGE THINGS UP, I WANT TO SPEND ALL DAY UNDER THE HOT SUN GETTING ANGRY AND FRUSTRATED AT A LITTLE, WHITE SPHERE.
SOUNDS AMAZING.
AND I'LL PAY A FORTUNE TO DO IT!

WHAT ARE YOU DOING, PIG?
I GOT MAD AND DELETED MY FACEBOOK ACCOUNT, BUT NOW I WANT TO GET IT BACK.
WELL, YOU KNOW WHAT THEY SAY.
WHAT'S THAT?
YOU CAN CHECK OUT OF FACEBOOK ANY TIME YOU LIKE, BUT YOU CAN NEVER LEAVE.
IT'S THE NEW HOTEL CALIFORNIA!
DON HENLEY FORESAW IT ALL.

RATIO OF PEOPLE WITH BRAINS TO PEOPLE WITH OPINIONS OVER THE LAST FIFTY YEARS.
PEOPLE WITH BRAINS
1974
2024
PEOPLE WITH OPINIONS
PEOPLE WITH BRAINS
PEOPLE WITH OPINIONS
THE SOURCE OF ALL OUR PROBLEMS.
I HAVE AN OPINION ON THIS.

HEY, RAT.
WHAT DO YOU NEED, NEIGHBOR BOB?
TO GIVE YOU THIS LIST OF SUBJECTS I'M SENSITIVE ABOUT.
WHAT FOR?
SO THAT YOU CAN BE AWARE OF MY SENSITIVITIES AND SAY THE PHRASE 'TRIGGER WARNING' BEFORE BRINGING ANY OF THEM UP IN CONVERSATION.
I CAN DO THAT.
AND YOU SHOULD KNOW THAT I'M SENSITIVE TO THE VIOLENT AND GUN-RELATED NATURE OF THE WORD 'TRIGGER' AND THUS I'M TRIGGERED EVERY TIME YOU SAY THE WORD 'TRIGGER'.
NEIGHBOR BOB AND I CAN NO LONGER CONVERSE.

HEY, LOOK AT YOU READING A REGULAR OLD BOOK.
YEAH, I DON'T JUST STARE AT MY PHONE AND IPAD ALL DAY. I READ REGULAR BOOKS TOO.
DID YOU JUST SPREAD YOUR FINGERS TO TRY AND EXPAND THAT PHOTO?
IT'S A VERY HARD HABIT TO BREAK!

OKAY, RAT, WE'VE DECIDED THAT WE WANT OUR BARISTAS TO GREET OUR CUSTOMERS WITH A NICE, "HELLO, HOW'S YOUR DAY GOING?"
HELLO. HOW'S YOUR DAY GOING?
OKAY. AND YOURS?
NOT SO GOOD. I'M BEING FORCED BY MY NEED FOR A PAYCHECK TO ENGAGE IN MINDLESS BANTER WITH ANY LUNKHEAD I MEET. THANKS FOR ASKING.
MAYBE JUST SAY, "FINE."
SORRY YOU HAD TO LEAVE SO SOON!

WELL, I JUST INTERVIEWED FOR A HIGH-PAYING JOB I'M REALLY HOPING I GET.
WANT ME TO SAY A PRAYER?
SURE.
DEAR GOD, PLEASE DON'T LET GOAT GET THIS JOB AND BECOME MORE SUCCESSFUL THAN ME.
A PRAYER FOR ME.
TOO LATE.

HEY, WHAT WAS THAT BILLY JOEL SONG ABOUT VIETNAM?
OH YEAH, THAT WAS CALLED, UH, DARN... HANG ON... I'LL THINK OF IT WHEN I MAKE MYSELF STOP THINKING ABOUT IT.
YOU KNOW YOU'RE OLD WHEN YOU HAVE TO SNEAK UP ON YOUR OWN BRAIN.
"GOODNIGHT SAIGON!" I'M ON TO THE NEXT "OLD GUY" TEST.

I FEAR WHAT COMES NEXT.
WHY DO PEOPLE BOTHER BUYING BOOKS IF NO ONE'S READING THEM?

HEY, RAT, WOULD YOU CONSIDER YOURSELF A REALIST OR A DREAMER?
I'D SAY A REALIST. BUT HOW DO YOU DEFINE THE WORD?
SOMEONE SAD AND BORING WHO MISSES OUT ON HALF THE JOY AND WONDER IN LIFE!
I THINK YOU WERE JUST DISSED.
YOU'RE IN FOR A WORLD OF DISAPPOINTMENT!

PHASES OF NOT GETTING A REPLY TEXT.
ONE MINUTE AFTER SENDING INITIAL TEXT: DISAPPOINTMENT.
TEN MINUTES LATER: FIGURING IT OUT.
THIRTY MINUTES LATER: SPECULATION.
THIRTY-ONE MINUTES LATER: EPIPHANY.
ONE HOUR LATER: STARTING TO WORRY.
THREE HOURS LATER: THINKING ABOUT RESENDING TEXT BUT WORRYING THAT IT WILL LOOK TOO NEEDY.
THREE AND A HALF HOURS LATER: DOING IT ANYWAY.
THREE HOURS AND THIRTY-ONE SECONDS LATER: REGRET THAT TEXT VERY MUCH.
THREE HOURS AND THIRTY-FIVE SECONDS LATER: RE-READING YOUR TEXT ONE MORE TIME TO MAKE SURE YOU SENT IT TO THE RIGHT PERSON.
FOUR HOURS AND SEVEN SECONDS LATER: REALIZING THAT YOU NEVER ERASED ANY OLD TEXTS FROM YOUR PHONE AND MANY OTHERS HAVE HAD THEIR NUMBER.
FIVE HOURS AND FOUR SECONDS LATER: RE-READING YOUR TEXT TO MAKE SURE IT SAYS EXACTLY WHAT YOU WANT IT TO SAY.
SEVEN AND A HALF HOURS LATER: BARGAINING.
EIGHT HOURS LATER: DESPAIR.
TEN HOURS LATER: ENVISIONING THE FUNERAL.
EIGHT AND A HALF HOURS LATER: REALIZING YOU CAN STILL ERASE IT BEFORE THEY GET IT.
TWELVE HOURS

hey, rat, i read your résumé like you asked, and it's not good. you exaggerate too much.
everyone pads their résumé a little.
not like you.
what are you talking about?
Knighted by the Pope for inventing the internet.
rings false.
you calling the Pope a liar?

HEY, PAT, ONE OF THE NEW THINGS WE WANT TO WORK ON AT THE CAFE IS HOW WE GREET EACH CUSTOMER... SO LET ME TAKE A LOOK AT HOW YOU DO IT.
HI, PERSON-WHO-INTERRUPTED-THE-TIME-I’D-OTHERWISE-BE-SPENDING-LOOKING-AT-INSTAGRAM-ON-MY-PHONE. SURELY THERE’S SOMEWHERE ELSE YOU COULD GO FOR YOUR G*#% COFFEE.
I THINK WE SHOULD WORK ON THAT.
AND WHY DON'T YOU TRY COMBING YOUR HAIR?