Relatively soon, I will die. Maybe in 20 years, maybe tomorrow, it doesn't matter. Once I am dead and everyone who knew me dies too, it will be as though I never existed. What difference has my life made to anyone. None that I can think of. None at all.
-About Schmidt
Tuesday, March 1, 2011
It isn't just me that gets it...
Me: Zach, do you want to go to a mustache
charity bar crawl thing?
Zach: I can't grow a mustache.
Me: Umm...you have a mustache right now.
Kim: Yeah, you need to shave that skanky thing. And get a haircut.
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