Self defeating fupa novas... So I work with a ton of fucking hams. Large corporation, all desk jobs, it's to be expected here in the States. But these moons are ridiculous. At my job, I try to get up and move around once an hour. It keeps me awake, it's one of the reasons why I'm not a ranch barge, and since it's spring here it's nice to get outside. So yesterday I'm out in the parking lot walking around and these two moons are approaching me from the other direction. Not planet status yet, but they'll be there soon. Great, you'd think. They want to rejoin the human race, they're working on getting better, but oh no, your shitlord senses can see where this is going. One of the two moons in cramming a giant ass piece of pizza into it's gaping maw as quickly as possible. Fucking cow, can't you tell you're burning off 80 calories while shoving another 200 into the black hole that is your mouth? Don't bother. Go back to your desk and rot away from beetus instead of ruining my happy time outside. Ugh.