The truth is you cant, people are people and there is no way that you'll stop messing up. Some day we both will have to realize that we'll mess up...all the time. And we can cry about it and regret it but we cant stop it, no one ever will. We just have to mess up and pick ourselves back up and carry on. Its the only way to go through life.
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INSTRUCTIONS - while water is boiling smash the fuck out of your bag of shrimp TOP RAMEN but be careful to not just throw bag on the ground like you would normally do because remember this one is missing your bag of seasoning. Dont want to fuck up your spread by throwing your noodles all over your cell. Then add blue text
A Shackteau is a humble, weather-beaten, structurally questionable shelter located in a spectacular or highly coveted place—Wales, Jackson Hole, Sun Valley, Crested Butte, coastal Maine, the Alps—where the building itself may be worth almost nothing, but the dirt, view, access, and mythology make it absurdly valuable.
In use:
Shackteâu - We thought it was an abandoned shed until the realtor called it a rare alpine Shackteâu with unobstructed views and listed it for $2 million.