I was Biden my time, but the time is Nye.
I see Calvin’s been by.
And that’s not even taking into account the miseries of:
1: Fighting with insurance to let you have what you desperately need at a price that wouldn’t bankrupt you.
2: Fighting with your pharmacy over prescription issues.
3: Dealing with sudden nationwide shortages.
Fuck…
I’m so goddamned sick of masking.
Take her to paladinner and a movie?
(Sorry.)
I never tasted a more delicious pizza than the personal pan pepperoni I earned from absolutely crushing the Book-It program. That big holographic button, covered in achievement stars. The pizza. Pure bliss.
I assume the opossum was busy giving a press conference somewhere on behalf of the group.
For the people who are still alive!
That behavior is downright abysmal.