Disgust: pretty much the worst.
You know what I don’t like, imaginary readers? Let me tell you: audience participation. Any moment when someone who I’ve paid to entertain me decides I or the people around me need to get on stage, sing a song, clap our hands, or do some stupid hand gesture. I had to put up with that crap from kindergarten and through high school. I just had to deal with it again, and it reminded me why I hated everything when I was a teenager.
This has nothing to do with anything, it just popped into my head.
Oh crapola, it’s already Friday. Happy weekend.
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