Living less young, not nearly as wild, and hardly free. PGP.

The realization that money does, in fact, buy happiness, and you have none. PGP.

I think the other burners on my stove are jealous of front-left. PGP.

The piece of shit that made popcorn for an afternoon snack. PGP.

The deep concentration squint at your computer when the boss passes by your office. PGP.