An online exchange with SilentKid about how well I'm coping with all the uncertainty in my life:
Me: Could you just go ahead and kill me now? Thanks. I appreciate it.
SilentKid: I'll be there soon. Get prepared.
Me: I'm shaving my scrotum as I type this. Wait, that's not what you meant? I have nothing of value, so it's not worth the effort to put together a last will and testament.
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Awkward
FYI, I wasn't really shaving my scrotum. I tend not to like sharp objects that close to my junk.
awesome song. howe gelb kicks ASSSSSSSS.
it'll get better soon, and if now, well at least you'll have a nice clean shaved scrotum
That is a really, really depressing exhange, except for the scrotum part which is more odd than depressing. Ha. Seriously, things being up in the airs sucks (at least for me), so good luck getting a few of them sorted out quickly.
Get yourself a bag of skittles. It's hard to be sad when you have skittles. But don't get that tropical flavor shit. The regular flavor solves more than you'd think.
go to Costco and buy your self a king size bag of Reeses. That always helps me.
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