Wish this would work, it wouldn’t. When your company is 95% on the opposite side of your views, you just become the crazy person. The whispers begin, then the group jabs, then the outcast etc etc. You know you’re the sane one, but that’s not how the majority thinks of you.

I thought those crosses or flowers on the side of the road were where they buried the person who died in an accident.

My pops would keep all his old underwears because to him, they made great rags to clean off the stove and dry the car after a wash.

The first time my friend helped me wash my dad’s car, he just stared at the underwear like he was on some alien planet.

Get to drying, dum dum.