October 26, 2012 Steve Kayser
It sneaks up on you. Subtly. Like the floor after your 4th shot of tequila. Next thing you know? Prevaricating, blasphemous, smellfungus ninnyhammer all-foam no-beer mooncalfs are calling you a jerk. Quickly followed by a public JERK INTERVENTION. I know. It happened to me. Don’t let it happen to you.