Once. I walking into a women's bathroom at an airport once. Something died inside me that day.
Yeah. But I was excising. However, by the time I realized I was out of shape to run, it was too far to walk back.
The feeling when I stop the microwave at 1 second.
Open a pickle jar (not really. I still need help)
Burn as little calories as possible. It's a sport, trust me.
Taking.
Sitting around and thinking about what hobbies I need.
Is exchanging bodily fluids okay?
The answer, sir, lies in the question.
Life is like a puzzle. Each person on earth is a puzzle piece that only on matches with picture and shape. Even if that means biting a corner off to make it fit? Of course.
Myself (I don't have a lot of friends).
Ben Dover.
I don't know what shoes I wore today... because I am a MAN.
Water. But only when it is from McDonald's and I think it is Coca-Cola and my body is shocked by the taste.
No. Ideally, I would die and no one would realize.
If I answer that, will something bad happen?
My reflection.
Peeling Post-It notes off for no reason besides boredom and then pointlessly trying to stick them back on again, even though I know it won't work.
Isn't it an option though? Isn't humanity about free will? Perhaps you, sir, are the robot.
That's for history to decide.