you’re doing the NYTimes crossword,
sipping your Starbucks latte,
suckin’ on your funky cigarettes,
listenin’ to freakin Imus or other talking head road rage-a-holics, now you gotta’ text somebody
that your plug-in ‘lectric mouth you got from eBay last night is making your morning commute that much more bearable? Too much information … and you’re a UXB waiting to create mayhem. Look, people, play some relaxation sounds on the stereo, deal with the commute and we’ll all get thru this life in one piece and in peace.
UPDATE: Dear Leader just phoned in … wow … I’m all aquiver … and has noticed how the pink object above bears a remarkable resemblance to this not-a-writer-or-whatever-the-heck-he-says-he-isn’t-this-week type guy.