I don’t know if it’s the planetary retrograde, but the phrase “a culture of ‘can’t be bothered'” is repeating in my brain like an endless feedback loop.
Part of it is because of some human “doorstop” I’ve been dealing with outside our bounds.
For the record, I just want to say that the people who coined that phrase were overselling this funky bunny.
Honestly. That one is a butt plug at best.
At least I could USE a doorstop.
Culture of can’t be bothered. I think I have my next book title.
This is one of my favorite lines from “Hope Floats.” Bernice tells Justin that they once had a skunk named after him. She obviously hates him.
I want to say that to this freaking pest I wish would just buzz the hell off. I called him Stinky Binky the other day.
Stinky Binky just informed me that X and Y are true. Well guess what, asshole. I was standing there when you received the information and I sure as hell didn’t take away any of that.
I’m going to be nice and meet with Pinhead 2.0 because it’s a favor to a friend. But there is no way in God’s green earth that I’m going to endorse your funky butt for anything.
Delusional twit. He’ll make a great Republican presidential contender someday.