Today I learned that simply allowing somebody else to be and look like they want to is privilege. Pray tell, kind being, how does one avoid this sort of privilege? Should I be pushing my opinion on everything with ears?

I built a kit car, painted a penguin on the side, and forgot to include the telemetry module. Oops.

I think I’ll travel somewhere else.

Garbage. I’m over 50 and I’m not worried.

I know for a fact I’ll be working till the day I die.

If you bow without rhythm you won’t attract the worm.

And you’re an inflexible, unfeeling waste of cells. I hope for your sake you never have to deal with chronic health issues. Somehow, I don’t think you’ll be able to handle it.