Drawing cheer from the pain and suffering of vapid morons (from '14)

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 I was having a bad day. No one was returning my calls. The previous day’s sales were less than anticipated. Uncharacteristic hopelessness seemed to surround me.



I’m not ashamed of that. It happens.



But I am ashamed of what spurred me to depart my Friday funk.



It wasn’t the encouragement of loved ones. It wasn’t a happy song. It wasn’t prayer.



No, I saw three idiots