At some point, you have to start worrying about John Oliver’s mental health. Does he feel a certain amount of accomplishment after he exposes the inner garbage workings of yet another garbage industry? Or has he, much like what I did to cover his show each Monday morning, just developed a standard template to fill in each week?
Here’s Why It’s Fucked:
Terrible Thing Is (Circle All That Apply):
- Corrupted by Modern Capitalism
Solutions: Fuck it.
But maybe I just think that way because I’m not as funny as Oliver is.
I can’t stop imagining the boner Kafka would pop upon hearing the sentence “They wouldn’t give me my credit report because they told me I was dead.”
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Capable of Avoiding Any and All Medical Crises
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