Depression
The wailing beast inside has risen. The witty, sarcastic, vivacious Wednes you know and tolerate has become the sad, aching chested Wednes who doesn't even want to go to work.
I feel like Ned Flanders the time he couldn't turn to the "good book" for solace, having sold it to Homer for 7 cents.
For crying out loud, somebody say something funny...
I feel like Ned Flanders the time he couldn't turn to the "good book" for solace, having sold it to Homer for 7 cents.
For crying out loud, somebody say something funny...
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You be spreadin your love around, boy!
[ignore that wobbling, Wednes dear, the boy's just tryin to top Ralph's stunt]
It's the damndest thing...
Everyone did a wonderful jub of being jovial for my entertainment. Shanks!