I found a company,and all they do is make knobs.
Day in, day out, sitting at a workbench..
Making fucking knobs…
You’d have to kill yourself, right?
If that was your life?
(or maybe you just really like making knobs)
Or maybe you came from a third world country and you’re just happy to have clean water,..
Knobs..
8 hours a day…
Knobs….
And these fuckers are proud of their knobs!
20$…30$ per knob..
(the fuck are those knobs made out of?)
Bone?
Ivory?
Muh fuckin palladium?
Your life is knobs.. and now..you a knob too 😢😢
Sometimes I see signs, being stuck behind a vehicle whose license plate matches my three initials.
Thinking of a song and having it show up on shuffle.
Letting out a fart that has no smell at all.
dawn 