Well, there’s that

When I have a bad day, I try to remember to keep things in perspective.  “At least I wasn’t raped and murdered by Mongols” is a reminder that I give myself that appears to help. I urge you to try it out next time some kind of clusterfuck happens to you, see how it feels.

PS: People of Massachusetts? Go fuck yourselves.

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