Well now that is just wrong

I have to confess, I have a severely wicked sense of humor. I am that person that when she hears someone pumping in the rest room is tempted to moo. It's true. I don't do it... well, just silently in my head. Now, I am actually pro-breast feeding. I think it is the right way to go and I admire nursing moms for their dedication to their children. Its just something about the noise that the electronic milking machines make that immediately takes me back to my childhood and that tour of the dairy farm. The other completely inappropriate impulse I have involves the individual I loving refer to as "crazy runner lady." This poor crazy woman who cannot possible have an actual job as she is constantly running through the neighborhood and across town is actually quite ill. The largest part of her body is her calf muscle. I kid you not. She obviously has some sort of horrible mental problem like anoxeria or body dysmorphia. She looks horrible. You can be too skinny. Her face is all sunken in and I'm sure she looks years older than her age. I want to yell things like "Move your fat ass" from the comfort of my car. There. I said it. I am a bit evil. In the words of SBC, "Build a bridge and get over it."