LEGITIMUS MAXIMUS

We Discuss the end of days…

…at work and I’ve realized that if the human race was in decline, then there’s a reason for it. Why would I need to put myself in the situation with the opposite sex to procreate? This entails my children having to mate with one another in order to advance the race. That’s not right. I’m out.

I’d much rather reel in a best buddy until the end of days. One that’d be down to fuck shit up with me without regard to safety. Mindless, but controlled entertainment. If this were a zombie ordeal, Areus and I would know exactly what to do until the very end.

I’m not mad about these random discussions at work. Not one bit.