The apocalypse is coming, others are hiding at home, and I am picking up trash.
While others grab supplies, I pick up trash.
While others were chopping up zombies, I was still picking up trash.
Later, they jokingly called me the "King of the Last Days Pickers."
The day I met my ex-boyfriend, I was squatting next to the trash can picking up trash.
When our eyes met, I looked at him with a smile: "I have been abroad for a few years and I can only pick up garbage when I come back. Is this a loss of morality or the loss of humanity? V I am 50, listen to my next plan."
He gave me a particularly enthusiastic one, vomiting.
