There's a cell phone tower by the supermarket nearest my house. It's disguised as a palm tree. I forget it's there every time and every time I spot it again, I shout out loud: "That's a fake palm tree!"

It has been there for years.

I think I might be retarded guys. Seriously. Fuck that aspergers self-diagnosis. I'm going for the goal: full-on retard. The beauty is they can't take that one away from you. They can't say you're functional. There's no arguing with it. It's big and loud and all it wants is cake...