mindforgedmanacles OP wrote

I only listen to oogles screaming about their grease making them slip off of the grainer car handles and how they can't even scratch at their washboards because their fingers are too damn slippery.

The Battle of Yakima (three oogles versus a Walmart loss prevention officer over several packs of urban foraged Funyuns) is the only thing I listen to, day in and day out, memorializing our fallen comrades through song and dance.


mindforgedmanacles OP wrote

There's something to be said about coming to terms with the things you can't control. I just can't overcome an overwhelming sense of disgust and anger and sorrow at these things regardless, and unless I'm further lobotomized by SSRIs I don't think that's a part of me that I can turn off.