Redefine Hell With Every Waking Moment Of Your Life Day!
"This has got to be as close to hell as you can get," says the guy sitting at his shared cubicle, drenched with the sweat of the 105 degree-with-humidity heat he trudged through to get to work this morning. "I even feel a little shakey with longing for the substance to which I'm growing addicted," he says aloud, proving he might also be losing a grip on his frame of mind. "And to top it all off, I have this nagging suspicion I'm going to die with a false sense of entitlement, owing to the innate talent I have always possessed but never applied to any project of real and obvious substance. This has gotta be the definition of hell, right?"

Just then, he is mouth-raped by an elderly man. "I stand corrected," says the guy we were just talking about up there in the previous paragraph. Just up there.

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