This one’s on my bingo card.
This one’s on my bingo card.
I’m addicted, man. And I got my friends hooked on the stuff. All I can do is sit with the shame.
The Tate boys. Or, dudes who peaked in highschool.
I uncontrollably smile when I talk to this day thanks to my call center experience. It’s an unwanted mask.
My money’s on lack of foresight and stubborn resistance to change.
Considering the sheer amount of time people spend in schools during essentially all of their formative years, it’d be a terrible idea not to implement legislation that could prevent maladaptive behaviors in our populace. Schools are already affected by legislation via the Mindless Drone Initiative established by our industrial forefathers. We might as well update things to make it a Healthy Human Endeavor instead. Finger-wagging at imaginary parents is going to do fuck all by comparison.
Real talk, an asteroid wiping us out would only expedite the inevitable. If we could pull together and deflect an asteroid, there’s hope. If not, we failed the test and die with the consequences. But we don’t need the asteroid to fail this test. We’re making great strides towards destroying our home with home field advantage.