Anyone but me who find it's kind of strange to keep this happy face up when you have to take all that crap day in day out?
Is it just me who think it's high time to stop the treadmill of the world, when even ginormous snails trail themselves straight into the wall getting fossilized?
And just when you thought you'd seen the last straw - then it turns out that the dream of all dreams we all dream, a bucket of gold at the end of the rainbow, just isn't true...
Alas, the conclusion must be, yes, it is a mad, mad, mad world...
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