God, I wish everyone would jump off a cliff. I’d hit up a pharmacy and a Lamborghini dealership and be living my best life way before I even figured out wtf happened to everyone. Hell, I’d likely be so continually high on a cocktail of chemicals that I’d be having lively conversations and never fully realize I was the only real person left.
I’d likely be so continually high on a cocktail of chemicals that I’d be having lively conversations and never fully realize I was the only real person left.
Pretty bold assumption that out of over 8 billion people jumping off a cliff, not one of them would survive in a way that they could rescue themself. (Fuck it, if we’re assuming it’s literally “a cliff”, singular, they’d probably physically have to stop at some point.)
God, I wish everyone would jump off a cliff. I’d hit up a pharmacy and a Lamborghini dealership and be living my best life way before I even figured out wtf happened to everyone. Hell, I’d likely be so continually high on a cocktail of chemicals that I’d be having lively conversations and never fully realize I was the only real person left.
Pretty bold assumption that out of over 8 billion people jumping off a cliff, not one of them would survive in a way that they could rescue themself. (Fuck it, if we’re assuming it’s literally “a cliff”, singular, they’d probably physically have to stop at some point.)
But I just don’t care if any of them survive? It’s not like any of you are real people anyway. Now stop stalling and get jumping.
Honestly fair. Goodbye.