Also nothing makes you feel worse about living alone than the flu. You’re vomiting, shitting, and shaking on your bathroom floor. You manage to army crawl to your phone. You call your mom. She’s asks if this is an emergency. You say no. You die.
One of the fundamental flaws in the argument gun freeks love to make, the “we didn’t ban airplanes after 9/11” or “car crashes kill people, we don’t ban those” is there is no practical use for semi automatic weapons aside from “I stand in field and feel like big strong boy”
Former college athletes love to include “washed up” or “retired” *insert college division level* “athlete” in their dating bio, as if it’s a whole ass personality trait, and GUESS WHAT. I’m here to take the bait.