Tooks

I’ve painstakingly spent the past four years reprogramming myself to apply less effort. As a perfectionist (ahem… obsessive), it has been especially difficult to lower my expectations of myself. I suppose suffering through this self imposed dead career existence has actually worked; I was rewarded with essentially my work’s top award last year, a year where I did literally nothing .

Make it make sense. Cuz none of does. I was raised to be Saturday morning cartoon good, when all along, it’s the shit humans who find success.

If I’m reading these comments correctly, I sould be seeking a late career change to a trade of some sort. I’ve haven’t seen a robot plumb a shitter (yet).

Fuckin’ Mall of America on our bucket list as well. There’s like two hotels on site, and I belive they’re building a Waterpark next door.

I have so many Graves to piss on, my entire retirement plan will involve extensive domestic travel.

Right there with you. Maryland and WV’s finest flower here (we have surprisingly decent bud around here).

Fortune comes in threes; this despicable fuckface, Mitch (theoretically dead for at least a decade if not just recently). Fingers crossed for #3.