
I resolve to stop threatening suicide when things don’t go my way like when my expired thirty-cents coupon for bath tissue is rejected at checkout.
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I resolve to dance at weddings ONLY when there is music playing and NO PELVIC THRUSTS ON THE DANCE FLOOR.
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I resolve to really listen and be nicer to people both real and imaginary.
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I resolve to stop challenging uniformed law enforcement officers to “tickle fights”.
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I resolve, when discussing Kant with coeds on warm moonlit nights, to loosen their handcuffs if asked.
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I resolve to ensure I get enough magnesium in my diet by eating an entire airplane every two and a half years.
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I resolve to discontinue my habit of following postal employees around in the hopes that someone will get incapacitated and I’ll get a field promotion to “letter carrier”.
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I resolve to stop calling female college students, “coeds” and to use the accepted term of “studentettes”.
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I resolve to spend a lot less time at the Gorge of Eternal Peril… It’s dangerous and, frankly, more than a little depressing…
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You know that feeling where you just pierce the skin, allowing the living blood of your prey to trickle down your throat, bringing spasms of pleasure? Well, I resolve not to mention all that on first dates or at job interviews…
I don’t feel suicidal until my 50% off coupon has expired. If that’s not worth slicing your wrists open, nothing is.
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You have to choose the hill you’ll hysterically die on…
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Tell her you would if you could, but you Kant.
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