AMONG THE INJUSTICES OF EXISTING AT THE NEXUS OF A PSEUDO MERITOCRATIC CLOWN SHOW AND AN ILL MILIEU OF SPECTACULAR IMPRACTICALITY IS THE SADDENING REALITY THAT THERE IS NO 'CHOOSING A TUPPERWARE SIZE' OLYMPICS

WHATEVER REASON YOUR SOCIETY MAY HAVE HAD FOR DEEMING FISH TACOS ACCEPTABLE

WAS NOT A GOOD ENOUGH REASON

ONE MEDITATION I CAN SUGGEST FOR THE ARTHRITIC ELDERLY IS TO CONSIDER THE EXTENT TO WHICH MODERN PACKAGING PROVES THAT THE CORPORATOCRATIC REGIME HATES HUMANITY

CAPTAIN OBVIOUS IS A WISE MAN TO FOOLS

WHY AM I NOT EATING THIS?

BECAUSE I HAVE YET TO CONFIRM THAT IT IS FOOD

I REFUSE TO PLAY THIS GAME

WHERE YOU SELFISHLY WITHHOLD VALIDATION OF MY GROUNDED, DEFENSIBLE, RATIONAL SENSIBILITY, WHILE BLITHELY CARRYING AN AIR OF NORMALCY, NAY, PENULTIMANCE, FOR YOUR OWN NOVEL, RIDICULOUS, CONTRIVED PERSONAGE

"Are you working hard? Or hardly working?"

*gets punched in face*

i remember when i was young, finding a bowling ball in the hall closet

it was in a rough leather case, with handles and a zipper

i would crawl up, open it up, and try to lift it, but it was impossible

then i'd wonder why i had no father

rolling bowling balls down the lane?

BORING

drop them from the sky...

... now *there's* a sport.

whenever i have to watch the painfully boring sport of bowling, i just imagine there is no ball there at all -- and these people are just in the middle of this room behaving this way

my favorite first date is bowling

looking for a woman i can win against

been swiping for some time now

i have to wonder what these people would be doing if they weren't drinking away their troubles in a southern illinois bowling alley at noon on a tuesday