Why does some of the music they play at my work remind me of a seventies made-for-tv love story?
Why does some of it have roosters crowing in it? Are roosters really that relaxing? Don’t they make you wanna wake up instead of relax?
Why does my nose seem to have an infinite supply of boogers? Ten minutes after THOROUGHLY cleaning it out, it’s full of them again. All I have to say is boogers are jerks.
Oh yeah, and why am I so awesome?
An advertisement on the Prague metro.
“Oh yeah, and why am I so awesome?”
Because someone has to be.
P.S. Roosters are the furthest thing from relaxing. They fill me with murderous rage. True story.