w/ guest art by someone who didn’t probably mean for it to happen.
So the other day I bought some pills at the gas station. I know, not a sign that your life is going great. There are some things that you should be buying at gas stations, like gas, snacks, and lighters that do things like light up and transform into naked women. Things you should NOT be buying include notebooks, ashtrays with wizards on them, and medicine. Just remember that medicine is meant to heal you. Things from the gas station are meant to hurt you just enough that you feel great for ten minutes and then like shit in a cancer bed (see: cigarettes, hot dogs, apparel).
But, as a nice little bonus, this bad boy was packaged in with the pills
Thank goodness. How else would I have ever gotten enough water to, I don’t know, maybe make a baby ant not thirsty anymore?
Also, let’s not get out of hand with the name here. It’s an envelope, not a valet of shit. Also, a cup, by definition, needs to be able to sit somewhere without me holding it up. A cone of water from a Deep Rock, for example is not a cup. It’s a cone. A Capri Sun, which this piece of shit somewhat resembles, ALSO not a cup. It’s a juice bag.
You know what I could use to get this much water from a tap? My hand bent into a cave.
But hey, at least the smallest piece of paper ever is recyclable.
