Freedom is not free. So true. Fifty weeks out of the year my life is filled with freedom. North Dakota sucks freedom from my life. Highly processed, sugary, fatty foods existing in varying shades of beige are ubiquitous. I weakly offer, “That soup looks like melted butter”. The response “it is North Dakota ya know.” That explains that. Weather keeps exercise and fresh air a luxury accessible in 15-minute intervals for the heartiest of people. Being inside 24 hours a day makes people sick. I have a constant headache, lack motivation and dream of suicide. Earlier in the week I joked about freezing to death. Now it sounds like a sensible option. My only motivation is that my sentence is almost served. I travel home in 24 hours and 7 minutes, if I am lucky.
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It may be melted butter soup but the time you save cleaning up that warming tray covered in plastic is probably well worth it.
Bluto:" My advice to you is to start drinking heavily."
That just might be the most far out psycho-psychedelic amalgomation of weird things I have ever had related to me first hand by photos. If you can take that for this stay maybe you have talent and you just might have what it takes to do research work in antartica.
ps. hahahahahahhahahahahahahahhahahahahahahahahahhahahahahahahahahahahahahahahhahahahahahahahahhahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahhahahahahahahaha! Ha!
I imagine it didn't take all morning for the beer can designers to decide that wild game will sell beer.
It was probably an inspired moment when the clock makers said, "and beside the gilded unicorn, the clock will have a yellow butterfly as one of the clock's hands."
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