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THINGS

~ I don’t even know what business you are but please stop sending me ads for Silver Sneakers. Just stop. I run 5 days a week in Hokas. Stop. Stop it. Stop.

~ Why do I have nipples?

~ There was an up-and-coming young Black newly-conservative social media personality whom was gaining traction with his party affiliation flip with what seemed to be pretty cogent thinking until one post where he opined “...and while I’m here let’s talk about how overrated the Beatles were amirite?..." What followed was excoriation and crickets. Sometimes the algorithm and people are all actually right on point.

~ I though for the longest time “algorithm” was some sort of techno-music term

~ T-Shirts with the large logo on the back and some teeny facsimile in the front. What is that? I mean, come on.

~ I got a 20% off card in the mail for a local fish store that is also now also a donut shop. That’s just...I mean talk about hoping they change their oil, amirite?

~ What is "synthetic oil" btw? Is it made out of Dacron or Nylon?

~ Friggin pancreas. I mean what a punk-ass organ. At some point, while everyone else is busting they ass straining stuff out of blood, pumping blood, being the meeting place where blood can hook up with oxygen, etc, the pancreas is all, “I’m tired...all the sweet stuff - I just don’t want to deal with it anymore (in a high, breaking, whiny voice).” Shaming you for storing stuff around your waistline. Goes cancerous with absolutely zero cure. Untransplantable. It’s like the MTG of organs.

~ I could use a nice, fishy, greasy donut to eat while I’m at the Valvoline place. I’ll run it off later, amirite?