Babies are fucking stupid

If I had a second set of arms, I think I'd be a lot more productive, though I may use the second set to procrastinate more. It's a conundrum

Interlude

On my way to work, I got off at San Fernando, on the 2 South, just before it meets the I-5, and at the bottom of the exit by the stoplight was a "homeless" man with corrective lenses that actually work and no odor held up a sign that read "I won't lie, I'm going to use it for beer." I gave him four nickels and he put his mp3 player on hold, began talking to me about Paris Hilton being a "fucking bitch" and how the number 23 is relative to everything. I said, "But homeless man, what are you talking about?" and he took out a 5-Star notebook and from it pulled a paper with a list of the significant times the number 23 has popped up, most notably that there was a film starring "Jim Caray" [sic] that involved the number somehow. The light turned green and I said "Goodbye, homeless man. Thank you for the note and I look forward to our next conversation," and left to get to work. Unfortunately, that was the last day of a contract job at the firm I worked for and I haven't seen him since.

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