Originally posted by: Gaffer Tape
I am and always will be an orange juice man.

That reminds me of a funny story my wife told me - in her hometown there is a mental home and one of the 'guests' is a drug dealer who was running away from the cops and hid his stash of liquid LSD under his hat as he escaped. The bottle leaked, drenching his head in the halluconogen and to this day he thinks that he is a glass of Orange Juice. If you touch him he starts screaming because you might spill him.

Anyway, I hate travelling to work on the underground. It's cramped, hot, and always delayed. Plus I heard that it's so dirty down there that an avaerage journey is equivalent to smoking 5 cigarettes. And I don't smoke, so that pisses me off.