Cubicle Bison I: Thin Privledge vs. The Common Cold Hello ShitpeopleTM  I work, like many of you, in a cubicle surrounded by lardbrained butterbarge cunts... Fuck the 21st century and hamplanet normalization.   It's January so a metric fuck ton of the lardasses are sick with more than cundishuns... the HAES cesspools are breeding and spreading the common cold... Fuckers. Therefore already semi-germaphobic Pulsar is on high alert for the cows and their propensity to get sick because getting sick fucking sucks and being near fats sick would just make it that much worse. The biggest Bison in the cubicle herd was struck with illness this week. I was smiling even more than usual the entire week as it huffed and puffed more than usual in a cold medicine induced stupor (but with how dumb these fucks are to begin with is there even a noticeable difference?) It relented and went home early and today I heard how it NyQuill'd itself into unconsciousness... I hope it put its' CPAP machine on before it passed out (it fucking has to have one it's a galaxy class). While at the same time little shitperson me was drinking peppermint tea and thinking of what half marathons to run this year... It's the little moments you have to enjoy shitpeople--while these Cubicle Bison moo to eachother about meaningless mindless drivel with all of the "brain power" they can muster a shitperson can sit down smile and rap on their collarbones with the unimaginable satisfaction that comes from it. Sorry if its a little ranty and disconnected...  TL;DR: cubicle bison gets sick is not HAES success story... yet.