You do you. After slaving away to support the capitalist utopia for 50 years, if all I need it someone to come by and stuff some mashed potatoes in my mouth and I’m not otherwise in any pain or hardship, that seems like a reasonable enough trade to me.
You do you. After slaving away to support the capitalist utopia for 50 years, if all I need it someone to come by and stuff some mashed potatoes in my mouth and I’m not otherwise in any pain or hardship, that seems like a reasonable enough trade to me.
If you can’t stuff mashed potatoes in your own mouth, what are you living for?
Maybe friendship or family?
Fair. If you don’t mind being a burden on your loves ones, that’s a choice. I won’t, and that’s my choice.
Good fucking reasons, too