Meaning of Life

It’s a Board Game, invented by Milton Bradley in 1860 and revised a century later

The Rules are already made up, but people frequently ignore them.

This. Your life has whatever meaning you ascribe to it. No more, no less.

Woosh!

Keep fucking that chicken!

Life is a sitcom where 99.999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999…% of us are background characters that aren’t even in the background. What we do doesn’t matter and nobody gives a shit about us, give or take about 100 years.
And that is why I do whatever the fuck I want and the rest of the world can go fuck itself with a cactus.

The Meaning Of Life

Well, that sums it up right there.

The salmon mousse!

Haha, I like this! I study something someone chose to call ArtScience!

Double Whoosh