I think I’ve solved how I’ll live a life of irresponsibility. I’ll clone myself, obviously. Once I find a genie, that genie will grant me some wishes. One of them will be for an awesome fuckin clone. Said clone will go to work, get the groceries, cook, and go to a bunch of family functions that I’d rather just pass on. If you think I sound like dick this must be the first time you’re reading my blog.

I’d enjoy a life with no responsibility what so ever!