Is there anything nicer than taking a big gulp of cold, stale Nescafe that’s been sitting on your desk in a plastic cup, forgotten since you made it 4 hours ago at lunch?
Oh, and speaking of tolerance: it’s great to be tolerant, until you have to tolerate something you don’t like, then it sucks, eh?
Yeah! Like my neighbor’s emphysema! That shit’s driving me fucking loony.
Tolerance? Tolerance is for sissies. You can bet Stalin wasn’t tolerant!
Check me out, being all tolerant – in person anyway – of the sorority girls and frat boys at work. You’d be so proud.