Those poor kids. When I was in my twenties, life was carefree because we were poor, we knew we were poor, we knew we weren't ever going to have money or a house or a good job or a lasting marriage. We were too busy working at jobs we hated to get depressed. And we had drugs to cheer us up.
What a wonderful welcome you have given our newest author. I hope he can withstand your graciousness long enough to grow a thick skin, because It's getting harder and harder to find anyone willing to work here.
Where I live, you can say "Howdy" and it just means hello. If you say "How ya doin'?" you will no doubt get a long long rundown of exactly how that person is doing, physically, financially, legally, and more. So if you don't want to hear it, don't ask.
There are a lot of things you could argue over, like air conditioning. Sure we can do without it, but when it's 100 degrees, it's hard to sleep, which makes it hard to work. But others would argue that one should just move to a cooler climate, which of course costs more for heat, in which case you should move to a warmer climate.
Professor: Wake up! What time did you go to bed last night?
Sleepy student: Ten. But I had to get up at midnight and go back to my room.
http://www.neatorama.com/2011/04/23/a-23-million-book-about-flies/
http://i.imgur.com/r4fS3.jpg
He was born in Panama. They grow bananas there.
http://www.neatorama.com/2007/05/25/happy-wombat/