Well, that's a good start.
I know, I have a horrible heart.
I would like to point out that I made that joke after hearing there were no fatalities. And I'm only sharing it with you because you all are assholes like me.
Then I got to work and was informed it is #45's birthday.
Yeah, I don't care.
C'mon, everyone deserves to be celebrated on their day!
No. Not everyone does.
Death and birthdays. I don't understand why we feel the need to suddenly forget how shitty a human being is on either of those.
When I die, don't forget that I am the same asshole who giggled at a horrible joke of my own making on the day some fuckface shot up a bunch of Congressional asshats at a softball game.