I’m not sure fucked company is funny any more. The amount of corporate fraud and crashing in the last week is making me feel very 1929. I need a big hug.
In better news, I had pizza for dinner, and the cat doesn’t hate me even though I fed her late. I called the cops on the kids across the street (mean old mr. substitute) because they were firing off bottle rockets and I didn’t want my ‘hood to look the way the I-15 looked today. Things are a bit too hot ‘n’ dry for that shit.
Would anyone like to join an 80s one-hit wonder?