My feet are hurting.
Could someone please rub them with
a bottle of wine?
What is it about a literary analysis journal over post-modern short stories that makes me want a glass of wine? Oh, wait, I know. Because a literary analysis journal over post-modern short stories is boring. And wine is fun. Because a literary analysis journal over post-modern short stories is tedious. And wine goes down fast. Because a literary analysis journal over post-modern short stories takes a lot effort and bull-shitting. And wine is factual and simple. Because when I write a literary analysis journal over post-modern short stories I have to sound smart. And wine doesn't judge me based on intelligence.
Wine, you have everything a literary analysis journal over post-modern short stories lacks. Except for a due date.
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