Being a killjoy is taking a responsible adult approach to everyone else’s chaotic fun. I love listening to lies when I know the truth. Being adamant that you didn’t leave your phone lying around carelessly and now we’re looking for it, even though it’s been in my pocket this entire time.
My social battery doesn’t even come with a charging cable. I just find myself experiencing random bursts of untraceable energy which I use to get by. And so even though I will invite you to retell your story a third time, there is no guarantee that I’ll pay attention this time.
What doesn’t kill you, disappoints me. You went over the speed limit, speakers on full blast and I’m supposed to be grateful you narrowly escaped destruction? Unless something happens to you, the next generation won’t believe us when we say actions have consequences.
The absolute worst torture is watching a room full of otherwise functioning adults convince themselves that they are having a good time. They laugh, share nostalgic memories, and buy rounds of drinks as if inflation isn’t actively dismantling their disposable income.
The crowd will tell you that love, friendship, and banter conquer all. But let’s be honest, love conquers all except poverty, toothache, and a sudden 3:00 AM existential crisis. If you ever left the house and debated if you left the windows up, you’re going home to a drenched room.
I walk around like everything is fine. But deep down, inside my shoe, my sock is sliding off. People say I wouldn’t wish certain things on their worst enemy but they can absolutely have this one. You don’t have to set yourself on fire to keep others warm. To keep warm…
Set them on fire instead.
©️ Gottfried. All rights reserved
Banter Republic 
Ah Yes the Meme of “Kill Joy” Ruminating
Reminds me of A Clear Reflecting Sky Blue
Free Pool of Beauty Where Swamp Creatures
Soaked With Algae Rise to Spoil the Whole
Dammed
Celebration
Mr Gottfried
Never the Less
Who the Hell Knows
What Time it is always
a Fourth of July Celebration
Every Every Every Day Now
in the Park When i come around
to Dance
And Keep
my Mouth
Shut From Singing
TOO MUCH
hehe..:)
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Too much laughter is unhealthy
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“Too much laughter is unhealthy”
SMiLes Mr Gottfried in All Stuff Existence
The Middle Way of Moderation is Key Indeed hehe
“Physical Risks: Extreme fits of laughter can cause fainting (laughter-induced syncope), trigger asthma attacks, strain the heart, or cause temporary muscle weakness. In very rare cases, it can even lead to serious issues like esophageal tears.”
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New job unlocked – kill joy
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I hope you excel in this chosen field
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What doesn’t kill you, makes you stronger; Rather what doesn’t kill you, disappoints you. I concur, reckless actions must have well deserved consequences.
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Writing all of this from your attic. Come down and spend some time with us sometime 🤗
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Why set yourself on fire to keep warm when you can set others on fire to do same… Be like Adele, “Set fire to the rain…..” and let it go.
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Adele wouldn’t even feature someone else on a song. Strict!
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What doesn’t kill you, disappoints every one else. 🤣😎🙃
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It’s like why do you keep threatening us with a good time 🤣
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If you don’t have fun, you’ll regret it. 🤣😎🙃
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At times, you need to spreadsheet to excel.
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Bars!
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the drenched room reminds me of the tap that was left on🤣 it hits you when you are already far away from home🤣
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Hehe and suddenly the food you’re eating at the event will go sour in your mouth 😩
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I certainly don’t want to be in your shoes
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Size 39s have no business in size 48s
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My socks slide ON.
I can’t explain it.
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I know what you mean 😅
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