I eat my snack

This is an unnecessary text post. I suppose I could just type this and be done, but I don't want to go to bed that bad.

It's Sunday. I fixed my car today. It didn't take much. And I put oil in it. So that was tons of fun. And then there was the next sentence and it was made of words that said things. Then there was the one after it, which explained the last sentence or qualified it or expanded on the idea previously explained. Maybe it served as an segue into the next paragraph...

We're into new territory! This is a new idea, a slightly different topic of discussion or aspect or perspective. And then there are more sentences that drag on forever and ever, unyielding and constant, like an in-laws dissatisfaction with you, only resolved into death's cold embrace, and then nothing.

Why can't you play Uno® with Mexicans?



Because they steal all the green cards. Ba-zing.