I got a haircut and now I am unstoppable. I am horny as all hell. I have a six pack abs and a good forehead. I drink organic wine downtown near the big tv screens and talk to tourists. I have had sex with THREE associate professors with tenure. Mom? Dad? I have arrived.
Kids in Christmas movies always make wishes like “I wish my dad would find true love after mommy went to heaven.” Not me. I’d be like “we ride together, we die together, Gregg. No new friends. Also I wish for a pink scooter with tassel handles.”
I don't wanna make a broad generalization but you have to admit it's at least *interesting* that everyone who likes Elon Musk is the biggest loser you've ever met.