Fat Tuesday lunch sucked.
We’re starting Lent, the most depressing liturgical period of the whole year (AND no meat on Fridays AND whatever sacrifice I’m pulling out of my ass this year) and they didn’t even bother to make cake.
WHAT’S THE POINT OF FAT TUESDAY WHEN I CAN’T STUFF MY MOUTH GNDRHBHJ
My Lenten sacrifice is to work out more.
I never do well GIVING UP something, so I decided to DO something MORE instead.
I remember a few years ago my sacrifice was to drop no f-bombs or curse, even in my head.
WHAT A FUCKING LENT THAT WAS