… newsletters, mailing lists and the such like. Why? Because all of the ones I’ve unsubscribed from, I never actually signed up for and a constantly clogged inbox is no good for anyone.
Jesus already gave me two burrito forks. One at the end of each arm. They’re called fucking HANDS.
If anyone ever handed me a burrito with a fork, THEY WOULD BE WEARING A BRAND NEW BURRITO HAT FROM MY FALL COLLECTION TEN SECONDS LATER.