Ran out of positive perspectives around the same time I ran out of fucks.
I still have a couple of fucks that I could loan you if you’d like.
Am sort of a psychological Deadpool.
Cannot ever run out of fucks.
Yet am pathologically snarky.
Stay Safe & Sane & Sweet.
Gotcha, can’t run out of fucks because if you do, you’re dead already, but don’t know it yet. Have a great weekend.
Go to SF. Bend over. Get refilled with fucks and become positive (HIV+).
Isn’t it yer Sabbath yet? Go to sleep.
Did someone say Shabbat?
Oy vey....
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