[b]Existential Comics
I have a dream. A dream of more horsepower and greater torque in a dependable pickup truck.[/b]
Nope, never had that one.
Sometimes I feel like my life is spiraling into inescapable despair, anxiety, and hopelessness over the meaninglessness of my brief, absurd existence. But then it turns out I was just hungry.
Or needed to masturbate.
I guess what I’m saying is that my favorite thing about sports is seeing collosal fuck ups in a single moment ruin years and years of hard work and dedication.
Providing no one actually breaks their neck?
Now that we have more perspective, we can see that the Mayan calendar wasn’t counting down to the end of the world in 2012, it was counting down to Men in Black 3.
Either that or this: imdb.com/title/tt2283336/
I hate postmodernism. Why? Well, first of all, I’m pretty sure postmodernists stole my car.
Could it really come down to something as simple as that?
These damn millennials are always on their phones. You shouldn’t spend your whole life staring at a little screen. You should spent it at home, alone, thinking about death.
Or at least encouraging others to think about it.