Gooning for hours at my skull and bones society initiation

when I complain about how much I hate doing the dishes no one with a dishwasher better agree with me. like a ceo complaining about all the work they have to pretend to manage

at least once a month I remember the monty hall problem exists and I have to reteach it to myself otherwise I lose the capacity to function

the rolling stones did nothing but mediocre crap songs and then out of nowhere gimme shelter

Im really good at cooking toast perfectly so I fully expect any stroke I might have in the future to be impossible to react to