Gash Things About Work

I have to go to work today. One thing that's rubbish about work is that you can't fart whenever you want. Some people get away with having a certain obnoxious character trait just because they are them, and everyone's used to it. For example, there's some guy who is really sexist but he's of a different generation so everyone just shrugs and lets him do it. But there's no way you can fart and pick your nose and eat it at work. Picking your nose is one of the last tabboos in society. Even women who admit to masturbating don't admit to eating their own snot when no one's around. You can't even discuss it with people. It's like interracial marriage in Victorian England probably was. But everyone does it! I don't.

Here's one of the film ideas I came up with while I was daydreaming the other day, but not at work:

Vin Diesel plays a man who has his memory erased by a terminator. The only way he can get it back is to kill his past self and consume his own brain, so he has to build a time machine out of meat and old car engines he finds at a radioactive dump at a former nuke testing site in the desert. However, the test site is guarded by a tribe of forgotten rebels called the Sub-Humans because they live subterraneously. They agree to help if he will first travel to the north pole in order to bring back the ancient crystal of Xygor, which is inside the Dark Lord's overcoat, so he has to wake the Dark Lord and do battle with him, get the crystal, give it to Sub-humans in order to get them to build his time machine, go back to the past and eat his own brain to get his memory back. Except when he gets back to the past he can't remember where he used to live because his memory has been erased, and he just gets murdered over the twelve dollars in his back pocket.