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Thursday, November 5   >>

I FUCKING LOVE PEOPLE WHO ARE LIKE THIS



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This morning I was watching Nova ("NEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEERRRRD!") and I saw a guy put $2 million and 1.5 years into building his own submarine to check out sunken German U boats.

...and just for shits! Eventually for tourism profit, but still! JUST FOR SHITS!

I FUCKING LOVE PEOPLE WHO ARE LIKE THIS.

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You know what kind of people I don't fucking love?
THE SISTER: Hey, pick up some dinner. It's on me, here's my ATM.

HUGO: K THNX BRB!

*Drives to a fast food teriyaki bowl place whilst jamming to Vanessa Carlton*

DRIVE-THRU BITCH: Hi, welcome to blahablhablh can I take your order.

HUGO: CHA!!!!!!!!!! I'll have three chicken teriyaki bowls.

*Hugo drives up to Window #2, because no one is EVER at Window #1 -- seriously, what's the fucking point of Window #1?*

DRIVE-THRU BITCH: That'll be $18.74.

HUGO: *Hands the bitch The Sister's ATM card*

DRIVE-THRU BITCH: ...Um... this is ...not you, right?

HUGO: It's my sister's.

DRIVE-THRU BITCH: We can't take this unless it's yours.

HUGO: Listen. Here's my card. We have the same last name. Just charge it.

DRIVE-THRU BITCH: SORRY, THOSE ARE THE RULES.

HUGO: Fine, charge it on my card.

DRIVE-THRU BITCH: *takes my card, charges it, returns it* Thank you.

HUGO: Hold up.

DRIVE-THRU BITCH: What.

HUGO: You didn't take my sister's card because you assumed my name isn't Maria.

DRIVE-THRU BITCH: ...because it isn't.

HUGO: ...Yet you still managed to take my card with the name Hugo on it, ASSUMED it was me and charged it, thereby TOTALLY defeating the purpose of having denied my sister's card for fraud prevention purposes.

DRIVE-THRU BITCH: *Silence*

HUGO: My name is Frank, you fucking idiot.

*Drives off*
Granted, I didn't have the balls to tell her this only because she had Mi Vida Loca ink under her painted-on eyebrows, so everything after "I drive up to Window #2" is pure fiction. Vanessa Carlton is pretty good.