Suicide By OverEstimation

Holy criminy.

THIS IS MOAR LIKE TWENTY HOURS, NOT TEN!!

Two thousand bags of sand, not one.

Oh.

See, I didn’t see that coming …

That shit hit me broadside.

I want to do and try my best but

What the hell, that’s life.

Isn’t it?

Isn’t that the way it works?

Tell me this ain’t some carouselĀ 

Constantly staffed by jerks.

Tell me good’s in the works.

And jerks are for the worse.

We’re running out of jerks, in fact.

Tell me that shit’s in the works.

Thank you, friend.

Barry out.

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