“Some things torment us more than they ought;
some torment us before they ought;
and some torment us when they ought not to torment us at all "

— Lucius Annaeus Seneca, Seneca the younger

This post is from the Rubin Report.
I’m reposting here in case the little nasty follows me.

Well Rubinites, someone left the damn screen door open, and we’ve attracted a troll.
You know the type, small, wart covered little creatures whom believe they matter because they can switch hands while masturbating without missing a beat.
They are also under the mistaken belief, that makes them ambidextrous.
Poor thing probably lives down in the homeless encampment out of a stolen shopping cart. The stench of its suppurating boils, announcing its presence, well before it arrives. The sad little wizened troll is probably reduced to living off of roadkill and collecting aluminum cans. Its little genital wart covered hands having to touch the semen encrusted keyboard, of the local library terminal, just to access the internet, in order to get its vicarious pleasures.

Its looking up the big words right now so I’ll wait for a minute.

What the little misshapen creature doesn’t realize is, I’m not like ...