Today, I woke up with this weird feeling in my right ear. A ball of earwax dropped down into my ear hole like a pachinko ball into whatever that slot at the bottom is called.
You know. The slot where the metal balls fall and you don’t get a prize, but do get a sense of how much time your are wasting trying to get a prize that is worth a fraction of what you paid to play. Something like a spontaneously-combusting stuffed animal or a plastic keychain that will break the second you stop believing in it.
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