Your logic is as twisted as your fingers.Your hard-on for Paul Polman is showing.
Also, let me tell you a short story. I was once at a friend's house. I liked that friend very much. Then he got a cat. And I don't like Felis Catus very much. Then the cat started nibbling my socks. And I hated her even more. At first I made a joke about how the cat enjoyed the taste of Calvin Kleins, and was therefore more pretentious and conceited than the owner gave her credit for. But then that cat did it all the time, as if to spite at me. I eventually kicked the cat, and the owner had to throw me out of the house before I ruined his dinner any further by inducing an immune response and ruining the tenderness of the cat's flesh. Anyway, moral of the story is, given your fascination with the world of my socks and their fate is, I've arrived at the only logical conclusion, and I got there using the tried and tested method of hypothesis testing. You're clearly a gigantic pussy.
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