Birthdays are weird. You celebrate another year closer to death, and usually the person having the birthday doesn’t even want to celebrate. It’s kinda like going “Hey Joe, you’re a full 365 days nearer to your demise! Here are things to keep you busy until then! Whoohoo! Cake?”
Next, we’ll spend an entire day reminding alone people that their lives could be better.
Not a joke, merely a statement. Valentine’s Day is coming up. After Martin Luther King Jr. Day. You know, where we remember a dead guy.
Humans, man. Humans.
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