Dilbert: Excuse me. May I ask a question?
You're blasting your music while your window is open, so Im wondering....
are you thinking that the people around you are enjoying your musical choices?
Or are you a psychopath, prone y
to ego centri , antisociale behavior?
Or is it a sdeaspartae misguided attempt to improve your odds f finding a mate?
Its actually a simple case of peer imitation and cognitive dissonance that causes me to selective filter my perceptions.
I like that song.
Great! Now I suddenly hate it! You ruined everything!
The caption says, "A friend is somebody who will not think less of you for singing the 'ooh-ooh!' part of a song on the radio." Dilbert and Dogbert ride in the car listening to the radio. Dilbert sings, "Oooh-oooh!!" The caption says, "Of course, friends will also feel free to express their musical opinions." Dilbert lies in a ditch as the car speeds off.
A man with a stethoscope listens to Dilbert's breathing and says, "Cough." Dilbert coughs. The man says, "Sing 'Life is a Cabaret' like Liza Minneli." Dilbert asks, "Why?" The man replies, "I left my Sony Walkman at home."
Dilbert sits on a pillow listening to the radio. Ratbert walks in and says, "I'm having a crisis of self image." Ratbert asks, "Do I, as a rat, add any value to the world? Or do I simply deplete its resources, then die?" The musical notes coming from the radio stick to Ratbert's body. He says, "Oh . . . Sorry . . . I sucked all the music out of the room."
