It is entirely possible to be angry at people who are dead.
I speak from personal experience.
And no, I don’t have Daddy issues. The fact that I wept gently through the entire film of Finding Nemo, in which a dad loves his son so much that he goes on a long dangerous quest to love and protect him, IS PURE COINCIDENCE!
Real Dolls, mint in box, are reasonably abundant and with everyone else dead you are free of any social judgement for owning one.
one molly? I’m thinking harem. For the variety, assuming they come in various styles.
. . . having never given much thought to Real Dolls, this comment made me consider the concept and go check out the website. Turns out, they’re highly customizable; you can choose everything from the shade of pubic hair to makeup, manicure, and optional elf ears. Or blue skin.
The thing is, you need to keep a balance between eating enough ice cream to become monsterously fat and keeping your weight down enough to be able to scavange clothing to protect you from the elements — and to hike between the ice cream store and the luxury hotel you’ve moved into. Thus, this previously angry man has reached a happy balance — to get an ice cream of your choice each day, to savour it rather than binging.
And while it’s possible to be angry at the dead, if they haven’t done anything to offend you deeply, you can settle into not giving a shit upon their death. The rest? Set up a bowling game involving their skulls, learn to tap dance on their graves, the choices are endless!
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