Why didn't anyone tell me the meaning of life is going to the cinema as often as possible, taking walks even in winter, dancing at minimum ten hours each weekend, and reading at the café late at night. Things could've been simpler so much sooner.
You try opening a garbage truck door in shoe lifts and a girdle while you’re high AF wearing Depends and balancing a dead ferret on your head dressed like a ginger bread man picking up some baggage handler shifts. Sh*t aint easy, y’all. Vote Blue.