If this was a David Foster Wallace short story — and, increasingly, real life feels like it is — the reopening of the Suicide Shawarma with brand-spankin’-new suicide prevention netting would be marred by people going up there and then just shooting themselves
she strogan me off till i beef! [𝐄𝐗𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐋𝐘 𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐃 𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐓 𝐁𝐔𝐙𝐙𝐄𝐑] she beefin on my stroganoff! [𝐄𝐗𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐋𝐘 𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐃 𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐓 𝐁𝐔𝐙𝐙𝐄𝐑] she strogan my beef till im off! [𝐄𝐗𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐋𝐘 𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐃 𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐓 𝐁𝐔𝐙𝐙𝐄𝐑]
me facetiming RFK: take off that tie. yeahh. now take off that jacket. and the shirt. ooh yeahh. ok now put on this shirt, and this jacket, and this tie instead