Arguing from a point of perceived superiority: the true mark of a Freeper newbie.
I'm sure it happens all the time out in the real world . . . everywhere you see, three hundred pound linebackers are passing out cold after pounding back half a Bartle's and James' wine cooler, and one hundred and five pound female gymnasts are slugging back bottle after bottle of Everclear, yet can still recite Pi 75 places to the right of the decimal point while balancing a stack of dinner plates on their head.
The point of actually having been somewhere other than my home office.