I wouldn’t come here if it weren’t for self satisfied know it all’s balanced by insecure smarty-pants’.

With a sprinkling of whatever grammar-Nazi wants to correct my comments.

I generally try to hang out with people smarter/more experienced than I in the hopes some of it rubs off on me.

But, I’m also a pretentious twat, so there’s also that.

During my short tenure in the American South I thought women of all ages were in to me because they’d often say, ‘Bless your heart!’ and call me ‘Honey’.

Turns out I should have kept my head down. Don’t be fooled by Southern Hospitality.

Probably an anthropomorphized plank that lines getting stepped on.

I just threw up a bit at the thought.