It can never be the same day everywhere on earth at the same time. As soon as the final time zone enters Thursday, the first time zone enters Friday. This annoying ass dog is always wrong for somebody. He can literally never be correct. This is basic physics. The only calculations he should be doing is how to live in a better meme.
Ok fed, you want me to believe that pluto isn’t a planet too? That they don’t just move shit around really fast when you take the elevator to a new floor? Nice try sweaty, this dog has a thesis on Thursday.
That ain’t everything. If he was just a cute dog saying “have a good Thursday,” I’d look forward to seeing him every week. Instead, he proudly tells me it’s Thursday every Wednesday. If it was just endearing, I’d love it, but because it’s more of a joke, it gets annoying after a while. Endearing stuff will never make me actively mad like an overused joke.
Him being wrong isn’t funny anymore. The only humor now comes at the expense of my annoyance. While it was fun finding ways to insult him, I’m mostly bored at this point. I don’t think I can salvage enjoyment out of it anymore.
It can never be the same day everywhere on earth at the same time. As soon as the final time zone enters Thursday, the first time zone enters Friday. This annoying ass dog is always wrong for somebody. He can literally never be correct. This is basic physics. The only calculations he should be doing is how to live in a better meme.
Ok fed, you want me to believe that pluto isn’t a planet too? That they don’t just move shit around really fast when you take the elevator to a new floor? Nice try sweaty, this dog has a thesis on Thursday.
That ain’t everything. If he was just a cute dog saying “have a good Thursday,” I’d look forward to seeing him every week. Instead, he proudly tells me it’s Thursday every Wednesday. If it was just endearing, I’d love it, but because it’s more of a joke, it gets annoying after a while. Endearing stuff will never make me actively mad like an overused joke.
Him being wrong isn’t funny anymore. The only humor now comes at the expense of my annoyance. While it was fun finding ways to insult him, I’m mostly bored at this point. I don’t think I can salvage enjoyment out of it anymore.