I got too excited while playing chess and told my opponent that I was going to slit his throat and slaughter him like a hog. something to work on for next time
in retrospect, this actually got me laid so maybe take notes
adulthood is just a constant struggle of, “man, i want cookies for breakfast, but I also recognize this is a bad nutritional decision. On the other hand, the only one who can stop me is me. i know that fucker’s weaknesses. i could totally take me in a fight.”
frog and toad are my two remaining brain cells struggling to keep my horrible body alive