Self-destructing Homo ironia

"On the subway today, a man came up to me to start a conversation. He made small talk, a lonely man talking about the weather and other things. I tried to be pleasant and accommodating, but my head hurt from his banality. I almost didn't notice it had happened, but I suddenly threw up all over him. He was not pleased, and I couldn't stop laughing."

—John Doe's journal in Seven (David Fincher, USA, 1995)

Never tell a same joke twice.
Never tell a same joke twice.
Never tell a same joke twice!
and more importantly...,

Never tell a lame joke twi..., even once!

: I guess that basic rule won't even stick in the goddam heads of those so-called educated men. And I wouldn't care if only you're the only ones who got castrated from it. But, no. We're being dragged here.

Do mankind a favor, please. Stop swimming in your own cement.

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