As an amateur basement chemist: Any more it is near impossible to talk about about chemistry in any public place because everybody thinks you are trying to build bombs. Yes, bombs are fun, but there is cooler stuff out there.

Case and Point: Friends and I are talking about distilling Moonshine out of Mash using our chemistry knowledge while sitting at a Quiznos. Guy comes up to us and start to lecture us on how we are all terrorist and are going to blow something up and the government is going to get us.

One: You are from the US Midwest. Two: You are illiterate. I hate you. Every day, I have to listen to people who have absolutely no idea that neither the words “any more” nor the word “anymore” ever belong at the beginning of a sentence. I’m married to one, for Christ’s sake. Every time they say that, I want to slap them just for being stupid Midwesterners and then stuff their heads in the “stool”. Also, cretin, the phrase is “case in point”, not “case and point”. Read something that doesn’t have “Spiderman” on the cover once in a while, and you might know that. Your way doesn’t even make any fucking sense. Neither moonshine nor mash is a proper name, so unless you’re German, in which case your verbs had better be at the end of the sentence, they don’t get capital letters. Oh, and if you think anyone believes for a moment that the conversation you described ever took place, you are deluded. You and one of your loser friends (or more likely, your loser cousin) were on your lunch break from your jobs at Quiznos, talking about moonshine and how you wish you knew how to make it because it’s too expensive to drink on your salary, and one of you said, “Yuk-yuk, the gub’mint’d prolly think we’us turrists. Haw haw…dang, that’d be funny!” I hate you all, you worthless redneck douchebags.