As I’m leaving the gym today, I see, sitting on the bench right outside the doors, a morbidly obese person puffing away on a cancer stick.
Is that ironic, or just sad?
As I’m leaving the gym today, I see, sitting on the bench right outside the doors, a morbidly obese person puffing away on a cancer stick.
Is that ironic, or just sad?
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It’s natural selection.