The phone didn't ring once this Christmas, but that's alright: feigning enjoying idiots who can't explain themselves (or much of anything else) has never been enjoyable. James Randi always said the skeptical life would be lonesome, but, with his passing, it's just stayed the same. Oh well. Being too smart for bitches, and assholes trying to be clever, is over. The work's enough company now.
The toxicity of fools just don't entertain anymore.
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