Granted. It's super-high-octain-ultra-caffinated, though, and gives you the mother of all caffine buzzes. You're so wound up you end up causing a massive, 27-car pileup on the interstate where everyone dies, with brains and guts and vital organs splattered everywhere. Not to mention your friend Robert's disembodied head.
I wish I could get the therapy I need.
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"Sick cultures show a complex of symptoms such as you have named . . . but a DYING culture invariably exhibits personal rudeness. Bad manners. Lack of consideration for others in minor matters. A loss of politeness, of gentle manners, is more significant than is a riot."
-- Robert Heinlein in Friday
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