Isn't it funny how limitless an answer to one question could be, based on the person asking?
Everyday of my existence. I am tasked with the most powerful question of the century.
Do I kill myself or do I kill others?
As entertaining as that million dollar question is I have two simple reasons for not doing either.
One,would mean to not exist and there are way too many people I'd like to piss off by existing so, no.
Two, murdering don't exactly guarantee a glamorous life and although I'm bilingual when it comes to sexual preferences I'd like to not be raped in jail.
The only raping that is to be happening right now, is the raping of these Doritos and the broken x button on my gamer controller that I assumed I had popped into place five rounds ago. The stubborn button would not be compliant. I hissed at it and jabbed it like a hammer to a nail. Which only made it rebel even more. It snapped from the hosts contraption and fell on the pine soaked linoleum.
With a sigh of co