So I’m sitting here with my mom and she’s convinced that she has the coronavirus. She has me look at the back of her throat. She tells me to look at the thing dangling in her throat, and you know what she calls it.. “a doppelganger” which by the way is called a uvula
Gonna be honest. This year all I did was exist. I woke up, went to school, went to work, came home, and repeated. My life had no meaning. I wasn’t motivated
In 2020, I want to live. I want to travel, try new things, meet new plp, accomplish dreams, etc. Life’s just way too short
Don't do this shit. You don't know why that person is returning donations for gift cards. Did their child get sick, and they can't afford medicine? Will that gift card pay for 2 month's worth of food? They're in their own right to do whatever they want.
Don't police poor people.
My wife left me home alone with the kids to go out drinking with her friends. A lesser man might whine and complain, but instead I'm just playing Chumbawamba's 1997 hit "Tubthumping" over and over and over. On the jukebox at their bar. Using the TouchTunes app.