It is true that a night without thinking about stuff would probably do a mind some good. So, of course stuff occurs, and the mind forgets about not thinking about stuff and then checks on stuff. And then suddenly there is stuff to do.
No, really, tell me to stuff it, but this is just filler and I ain’t stoppin’.
Except when I am.
Like, you know …
… now …
… now might be good.
Ah, fuck stuff it.
Oh! Well, fuckin’ great. Just fuckin’ great. Went and blew the joke. I mean, fuck, you know? It’s just supposed to be an easy, obnoxious fucking joke just like Adam does, and I go and stuff it all the fuck up.
God, why does this stuff always have to fuckin’ happen?
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Huber, Adam. “The Misadventures of Miss Construe”. Bug Martini. 5 June 2015.
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