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for enigmatic marine biologist, John Watson, discovering detailed directions on a set of toothpicks was the event that opened his eyes to the sorry state of society; so much so he took it upon himself to construct an asylum for the world - to put it in to hopefully get better.
my moment happened yesterday evening quite literally upon my arrival home from work... what did i find lying in wait for me on the floor? loitering like some malevolent madness-mine primed, patiently passing the time 'til it could spring its attack.
an easter card! seriously, it was a mass produced greetings card for easter... WTF?!
what's next eh, hallmark? summer solstice presents?!
how the fuck are people suggestible and pliant enough for greetings cards companies to try to prop up there business through the lean part of the year by inventing the custom of sending fucking cards for easter?
i think i should probably stop thinking about this before i pop. the world is mad.
my moment happened yesterday evening quite literally upon my arrival home from work... what did i find lying in wait for me on the floor? loitering like some malevolent madness-mine primed, patiently passing the time 'til it could spring its attack.
an easter card! seriously, it was a mass produced greetings card for easter... WTF?!
what's next eh, hallmark? summer solstice presents?!
how the fuck are people suggestible and pliant enough for greetings cards companies to try to prop up there business through the lean part of the year by inventing the custom of sending fucking cards for easter?
i think i should probably stop thinking about this before i pop. the world is mad.
