We should make a thread about third world success .
A man builds. A parasite asks 'Where is my share?'
A man creates. A parasite says, 'What will the neighbors think?'
A man invents. A parasite says, 'Watch out, or you might tread on the toes of God... '
The wireless mouse I bought came in that shrink wrapped hard plastic packaging. I had to walk all the way to the kitchen to grab utility scissors to cut through it. When I got there I realized they'd been misplaced, which wouldn't be such a big deal since we own two pairs, except we own two pairs because one is for right handed people while mine is for lefties. I had to struggle with those damn scissors and nearly cut myself. My life is so hard.
I keep having to get up from the couch to bookmark the good tracks on the Pandora app on my phone, playing through my stereo. (But not you, Vampire Weekend. You'll never get a bookmark. *has to get up to thumbs down/skip track*)