Yaaaaaaaay!

I won a trophy! My first trophy! Yaaaaaay! *wipes away a tear*

(This won't make sense to a lot of people XD)

The Cup, nicked from cameron

• The pessimist says the cup is half empty.


• The optimist says it's half full.


• The pragmatist says its liquid contents are at 50% capacity.


• The ironist says it's half full of air.


• The plumber says the cup must be leaking.


• George Carlin says the cup is too big.


• The Starbucks employee says it's so you have room for cream.


• The conspiracy theorist says aliens took the other half.


• The baseball player says his cup is definitely full.


• MacGuyver says he can build a powerful explosive with it.


• The psychoanalyst says the cup is your mother.


• The punk sitting next to you also says the cup is your mother.


• The romance novelist says the cup is a willing receptacle to the wild gushing torrents of pure passion from the hard chiseled urn.


• The zen master says, "There is no cup."


• Pamela Anderson says her cups are definitely full.


• And me, I say, "Waitress! Refill!"

Additions by pikachan

• Realist: The cup is.


• Idealist: The cup should be.


• Feminist: My cup seems LESS full than HIS glass.


• Environmentalist: Save the water.


• Anarchist: Break the cup!


• Capitalist: Let's sell this cup.


• Chemist: It's 50% H2O, 40% N2 + 10% O2.

tomkayito says:

O.o;;; @ chemist. I should hope it's not nitrogen. ^.^; *is a nerd*

*fumes*

I don't know why they even bother! >_< I'm sitting there, minding my own business, content with myself, when my mom suddenly calls me to help them with some birthday collage for a friend. I look at it and arrange the objects the way I think looks best and my mom immediately snaps at me "Do whatever you want, I don't care!"

Excuse me? Since when do I care about this stupid collage? I let her know that SHE can do whatever the hell she wants with it, for all I care, and she shouldn't ask my advice if she doesn't want me to add my two cents.

*grumbles*