Whenever I'm down, perhaps because I've read too much news, or thought too deeply about the stupidity, cruelty and hubris that roams freely in our world, these type of thoughts are what pass through my head. I close my eyes and zoom out until I am a little speck in space, looking down at the big ball floating around in a vast nothingness, and I somehow feel both better and worse. Better, because I get to distance myself from whatever is going on down there that I'm not responsible for, and worse, because there aren't enough people doing the same.
Get with the times, my dude. The Swedish dish "Hel special" ("full special") has been a classic since the '40s
I can just imagine the person writing that with a smug grin on their face, nodding slowly as they finish with a "you don't deserve to own them" and feeling all good about themselves.
Probably the latter.. but you know what? He's Alex, and as with so many other things, he just doesn't care.
Because 'MURICA!
That might be because they all go to the same plastic surgeon though.
With the same requests.
Have you tried turning it off and on?
I hate everything about this.
Good god, I sure hope so.
Step 6: Become a closeted prepper