On Greeting a Stranger on the Street...

"bob the leech: do you think she'd be willing to talk to me? i suspect she's feeling somewhat like you right now towards me.. 'get over it you pathetic bastard'
bob the leech: but its not like i have any frame of reference
queencenire: yeah pretty much...
queencenire: you could try but that is none of my business... but I don't think you would get very far..."


Excuse me for a second.. I'm going to go slit my wrists now....

I mean.. christ.. how are you supposed to take that?