How else would I find an audience of these proportions who will willingly listen to me whine?
“What did you do today?”
“I backspaced.”
No, I don’t write Sidekick essays because I’m bored. The only reason I write them is because how else would I find an audience of these proportions who will willingly listen to me whine?
It’s my privilege, and I will hereby take advantage of the opportunity. And if you agree with me that the following list of exasperating things should be put in cherem, please sign the petition at the end.
Or whatever you call those rolls of bags hanging around supermarkets.
Yes, those. They are the root of all evil.
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