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Three tricycles, $170.00? What does a man need with three tricycles? I’ve never once seen him exercise!

Is the desolate fucking melancholy setting in yet? That was a rhetorical question. Sorry. I need a new job.

I will still go to the farmer’s market, but I will definitely be glancing at the sky and looking for anything that looks like it might crash into me.

There is a powerful part of me that needs, for just one night a year, some very specific, humiliating things from an outlaw rebel ghost.

Here is my main concern: What if I wear something really ugly the day I die?

There is no need to fixate on future problems before they arise by preemptively discussing a plan for an emergency situation which may never occur.

The grocery store is like a math classroom come to life. This fact is true even as the global food supply chain crumbles.

If someone had asked me before I found her who Amelia Earhart was, I would have asked “Who?” unsuspiciously.

The reality: You wouldn’t guess that gasoline is more precious than blood in the Southern Wastes with how long these rats were on that engine block.

NAME: Sisyphus DEPARTMENT: Underworld; Futile Labor/Endless Toil and Frustration POSITION: Boulder Administrator/Rock Coordinator

My motivation was killed by me throwing my phone out the window when my alarm went off for the fifth time and I didn’t want to get up for a run.

All My Fucks graduated from Shame University in 1998 with high honors.