I feel like a fat, greasy baby right now for very strange reasons. There is absolutely nothing wrong. Things are very nice and I am happy and I am going to get to eat a cool sandwich in about an hour, but I still feel like a warm turd. I,m pretty sure it,s because I recently enjoyed myself too much. I had too much fun and did too many good things all within a short period of time so now that I,m back to having a good time rather than an excellent time, things don,t feel as cool.
If it were up to me, happiness would only be available with a prescription. Possession of illegal happiness would be punishable by strict fines and/or jail time. Trafficking happiness could get you up to thirty years. Repeat offenders would be shot in the streets. Happiness would cost millions of dollars and would only be available to the world,s wealthiest, ugliest elite.
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