Late Saturday Night Thread of Fake Happiness But Why Should This Be Any Different Than The Rest of Your Miserable Lives

Yes, this is it.

Nobody in my family reads this.

You don’t either. You don’t care.

We used to do this thing in college:

DRINK MOTHER FUCKER DRINK MOTHER FUCKER DRINK MOTHER FUCKER DRINK MOTHER FUCKER DRINK

and we would yell that at people. They were possibly vulnerable. We didn’t care. We were all in it together then.

Ah, those were the days.

/80s reference

We’ve always been tortured.