I'm picturing a wild eyed, scraggly haired, Earth First type; sitting at his computer at 2:00 am, with half a dozen crumpled empty Red Bull cans on the floor.
Strange, I picture the same except with one-and-a-half dozen crumpled Malt Liquor Bull cans at his feet.
“””I’m picturing a wild eyed, scraggly haired, Earth First type; sitting at his computer at 2:00 am, with half a dozen crumpled empty Red Bull cans on the floor.””””
I am picturing a chronically unemployed 20yo with a EMO haircut and black fingernails (gay, of course) that cries anti-corporate, anti-establishment crap all day but has $200 worth of white makeup, hair coloring, rings, piercings and other junk.
They are gonna save the world one soy bar at a time, you know.
But this article, for some reason, made me want to have a BBQ. I think I will get in my F250 SuperDuty and drive to the store for a bag of charcoal. Anyone up for medium rare steaks???
Yep, and he hasn't changed his underwear or showered for at least a week. Don't want to use up any of those precious water resources on anything so trivial as showering or doing laundry.
“I’m picturing a wild eyed, scraggly haired, Earth First type; sitting at his computer at 2:00 am, with half a dozen crumpled empty Red Bull cans on the floor”
...who is even more pi$$ed off with the civilized world because his mother is screaming at him to get off her computer and go to bed.