Parai Hambriven wrote:People become so happy that they stop trying to find purpose in life. The world economy collapses as the population of the planet grows evermore addicted to their happiness until you're assassinated by the now only moderately-depressed quiet kids, returning the world to reality.
I wish that one of my favorite musical artists was my girlfriend.
Granted, but it’s the cheap Indian knockoff and they break up with you within the week.
I wish for a steel penny.












