From the folks who brought you "Watch where you're going, idiot!" and "Why are you crying?!" comes Look, Dummy., which is really just your stock e-faction of haters, hating on things (and occasionally writing about other shit). I know. Wait, don't leave. There are some things we like, but writing about the things one likes is no fun, and we like fun, and since it becomes increasingly apparent as life persists that the stuff-of-like pickings are sparse (I speak for myself), the preservation of fun seems pretty imperative.
This poorly written introductory post was brought to you by Marriott International. And the absence of coffee. And by two Girl Scouts who straggled from a larger congregation of Girl Scouts (why?) in the annex to which I'm adjacent, fogging up the glass door of the fishbowl whereabout I work, staring at me like the Shining twins.
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