Here's a mystery: D.G. Rossetti used to keep one of these things in his house (along with several other exotic animals whose welfare he shamefully neglected). I've never been able to figure out how he and his pals managed to survive that particular roommate.
Why limit "You think honey badger cares? Honey badger don't give a shit." to a book epigram? It's now going to be what I say whenever someone objects to my behavior.
Observations from an old cranky jerk who happens to be a professional philosopher. Occasionally philosophical, most often just vulgar. Sometimes focused on sober points of logic and issues in political theory, but more frequently fixed on nonsense. Bad metal bands, crappy guitarists, stupid lyrics, celebrities, pop "culture," telemarketers, irrationality, and other annoyances. Always misanthropic. Anti-religious. Not particularly amusing, either. Some might say insulting. Strange mail. Kook magnet. Doom. Comments from other cranky jerks, young and old.
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Why?
Because it's badass, and it doesn't fucking care, it just wants to eat.
Duh.
it does all the work, and others pick up the scraps
Here's a mystery: D.G. Rossetti used to keep one of these things in his house (along with several other exotic animals whose welfare he shamefully neglected). I've never been able to figure out how he and his pals managed to survive that particular roommate.
'You think honey badger cares? Honey badger don't give a shit."
Finally! An epigram for my next book on Ayn Rand!
Finally! An epigram for my next book on Ayn Rand!
Why limit "You think honey badger cares? Honey badger don't give a shit." to a book epigram? It's now going to be what I say whenever someone objects to my behavior.
It won't really have effect, I think this way.
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