The problem with hanging out with McNerdyNerdy is that they’re always right.
And know way more than you.
And go off about south african genicidal maniacs or thermodynamics and the differences between precision and accuracy and all you can do in response is maybe, maybe, *burp*.
*Harumph*
To which, when they buy you a cup of coffee, and ask how you like it, all you can pretty much say is “Oh, I take my coffee black. And strong. Like,uhm, you know, c*cks”.
Because that one tiny gratifying moment where you make that person speechless is, well, totally priceless. Or worth avogadro’s number in ounces of platinum.
I’m just sayin’.