We’ve all lost a lot in the pandemic. Lost lives, lost jobs, lost businesses, lost freedoms and lost breathing (you know from those dang masks). All I know is that I’ve never wearing one of those things again.
I’ve personally lost a lot of things since the pandemic started too. I’m still missing one of my favorite pair of Micheal Scott socks. I’m missing the right pair of three earbuds and two Left Twixes. And for some reason my pen that I got from the Veritas Lending Company seems to have gone missing as well.
Those things can probably be recovered, but one thing that I will never recover from is the loss of my underground lair. When I was young I watched deplorable characters like James Bond and Austin Powers who were so smug their only purpose was to smuggly get girls and save the world. They didn’t care…
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