Okay, so, I just know that before the end of the night I’ll be full of rum and cola, and eating shit (sounds bad, and is) made by Lays, even though I promised myself that I would do neither of those things.
Okay, so, I just know that before the end of the night I’ll be full of rum and cola, and eating shit (sounds bad, and is) made by Lays, even though I promised myself that I would do neither of those things.
Every now and then I think, it would be so great to just drift off to sleep and never wake up again, like a wave landing on a beach, disappearing into the sand, or to melt away and dissolve into nothing, like an ice cube in whiskey. And then I remember, don’t put ice in …
Lately, I have been thinking of moving back to Canada. Not for the lackluster economy or the dreadful weather. No. I’m thinking of going for their new and improved assisted suicide program. They are installing suicide booths on every corner. Unfortunately, the booths are manufactured by Diebold, so their effectiveness varies wildly. You might go …
Can we please stop pretending that paper drinking straws are a suitable replacement for plastic? When paper gets wet, it turns soggy, which is a fact I learned in the first grade when my homework got soaked in the rain and all the paper disintegrated. Same thing happens when you put a cardboard tube in …
After pondering and ruminating about the universe for a considerable amount of time, and waking up on my living room floor for the third time this week, I have come to the conclusion that I really need to do something better with my life. Or, maybe my life needs to do something better with me. …
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