Come on, bash me. For telling things what they are, that is my 12 hour day (while only 8 of it at best is counted as work) being a "Gulag".
And everyone except for my brother telling me I should be ashamed for not keeping up with it but even thinking about complaining.
He's on the other hand overly optimistic in imagining a future where the people recognize us for what we are, slaves, and joke at the imbecility of what kept us reaching their enlightened potential.
And everyone except for my brother telling me I should be ashamed for not keeping up with it but even thinking about complaining.
He's on the other hand overly optimistic in imagining a future where the people recognize us for what we are, slaves, and joke at the imbecility of what kept us reaching their enlightened potential.