It is like modern baseball, ugly with shameless and shameless artificial additives and good market works.
It is now almost an obligation to stand at the start and report your canoe for the group’s approval – a shallow ritual – after hitting a simple checkered swing bloop.
But diminished standards have become standardized. Even the natural act of laughter was compromised to an idiot.
If I tell you, head-to-head, a joke and your response to the punch line is to look at me while emitting a “woo!” Rather than laughing, I think there was something that is not going well with you and that I had lost my time.