I'm opening a generic bedding store that only plays U2 music called “Where The Sheets Have No Name.”

Please do not silently judge me. Scream your judgments at me so I can enjoy them.

All I'm saying is that it probably wasn't the best idea to give an erratic and deteriorating perpetual motion crime factory with delusions of grandeur, untreated tertiary syphilis and no impulse control permission to continue to crime forever without fear of consequences

so like... WTF are the other 364 days called?


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