First post on this and I'm already annoyed.

When you register for community accounts, blogs, banks, or anything where you need an e-mail address to confirm you aren't some form of supercomputer, is it REALLY necessary to RETYPE your email address? I have to admit that it is normally on the fucking retype where I manage to balls it up. Surely there should be some sort of sensor that if someone doesn't quite type their own e-mail address correctly there should be a concession where the site thinks "Hmmm they must be human because computers aren't that fucking stupid!".

First rant over so I'll introduce myself - I am Anon. 20 something bartender living with his parents in a shithole of an area and this is my amusing viewpoint into an ever changing, ever angry society.

I wish I had have gone to University.

That's not just it, but had I gone I would have done a science of some form. Never my forte at secondary school but I loved experiments. Even shitty ones. The fact alone that a group of 12 year old boys can be allowed into a room where they can control GAS taps unbeknown to the only "authority" around is pretty special. It took Adolf Hitler years to achieve such a feat.
Using dice to display probability and chance is a pretty good one aswell. Especially to someone running a book on what the most common number will be, or giving odds of 10/1 that the sum of four dice would be less than 6 and people actually throwing money at you is someones dream. While all the time all the teacher really had to do was point at the kid with aspergers and say "1 in 100 of you might have some form of autism like this freakshow over here. I mean look at him, he's cleaning the whiteboard with his tongue!"
Another experiment I enjoyed was stirring salt, or sugar into water or some form of liquid and guessing how many spoonfuls it would take before it would saturate. Which gets me thinking now, how many more blokes will it be before Katie price becomes saturated by spunk? After all we are 70% water. Wank into a glass of water at home boys. Stir it up nice and good. As a further cataslyst one could even use warm water(just a suggestion, I haven't actually tried it...) then divide the amount of spunk it took to saturate the water by ten, times that by seven then times that by "Jordan"'s mass and hey presto you could tell how many more fellas before she turns into a salty Ice cream. Possibly spicy with that much cumin.

Will return with more sick theories on another day, farewell cruel world.