Bitter leaf anyone?

Welcome to India! After a satisfying lunch of Chicken Tikka, Mushroom Masala and buttered nan, your colleagues suggest that you try a "Bitter Leaf" to aid the digestion.

This concoction begins at a small shop Where a leaf is rubbed with various spices and pastes and filled with the types of odd twigs and strange minted flavored cubes and multicolored whoseywhats. AAfter several minutes of preparation, the the leaf is folded up and presented to you to pop in your mouth to lightly chew and such upon.

Did I mention that it tastes like spicy ass?

Oh, one more thing...

See this guy sitting on the table with his filthy feet?



He likes to scratch his feet in between pasting and filling your leaf.

TASTEE!

When Memes Collide...

Great things happen! LOLSecretz

The Switch inside your brain

A topic of conversation among friends has been "The Switch". This is the mechanism that stops you from doing something that you have an impulse to do.

Many of us have impulsive thoughts that strike us. Once, I was in the server room of the New York Stock Exchange for several days standing at a server rack performing some software upgrades. All around me were servers involved in the processing of trades and business of the world. Amongst the brutal boredom of standing in the same spot for hours and days at a time, I was enchanted by the idea of unplugging servers and watching the ensuing pandemonium. Would the event make the news? Would I be declared a terrorist?

That's when "The Switch" flipped and I knew I wouldn't act on my urge.

Another friend shared a different event. She was riding in the car on a nice day with the window down. She was in the passenger seat and they were passing a cyclist. Momentarily, she had the thought to reach out and swat his spandexed bottom as they passed. "The Switch" prevented her.

It's now official, "The Switch" exists!

Now that's rehabilitation

People who irritate me

So this metrosexual motherfucker has been filing his fucking nails for 10 minutes. Once he builds up an certain level of "nail dust", he flings it to the side with all the oomph of a goddamn baseball pitcher.

Baby Jesus save me!