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Another 11:30 update.

If we hide under blankets nobody can draw caricatures of our pants. The thunderstorm outside is a repetitive baseline devoid of any real cultural relevance. What use are our windows if you can see right through them? I’m not saying the wallet is a useless invention but where am I supposed to keep my various combs? If I’ve learned one thing on this earth it’s that in the battle of autobots versus decepticons, trickle-down economics win. I’m not sure, but I think that porcupine has an edge to him.

The worst thing about bad jokes is how funny they are. A child gets lost in the rainforest and cannot escape until deforestation occurs. If I lived in the arctic, I’d skate to work. There’s something hilarious about a line of objects getting sequentially smaller. Never prejudge anyone unless they remind you of someone who isn’t you. I’d appreciate it if the rapture would occur before I have to enter the workforce.

If I ever time travel 200 years into the future, I’ll make a point to act really nonchalant about all of humanity’s technological advances. If I were deaf I’d charge people money to insult me as some sort of stress-relief service. Twenty years later, the rock opera is a lost art. I don’t really understand why humanity doesn’t just keep everything in bins. All of the stick men I’ve ever drawn lack pectoral muscles. I’d appreciate it if I could love Lucky Charms cereal as much now as I did as a kid.

Wooden furniture is a stupid idea. The frisbee always obeys the laws of physics and god bless it for that. Just before I die, I’ll do everything I can to convince myself I was right about everything. The square root of ethics is pizza.

Matt