Do That At Home, People!

Once, on the way to work, I saw a morbidly obese woman in an old minivan shaving her armpits with an electric razor while stopped at a traffic light. Fortunately I had a light breakfast because . . . actually, come to think of it, in retrospect it still turns my stomach a little.

There is one family *click* at my church *click* that has the *click* annoying habit of *click* cutting fingernails while *click* the preacher is *click* trying to sermonize us.

And today, at work, I had to voice my opinion that 10:00 was too early for autoerotic asphyxiation at work.

Some things are for doing behind your front door. Preferably with the shutters drawn and the lights out. Who reared these people?!