Do you guys ever go to leave your place of residency to get some McDonald's french fries in your tummy and you're all like "damn, I'm a Canuckfuck and it's November out in this bitch" so you put on a nice warm coat so you can weather the 'Nadian elements? But because of your affinity for eating paint chips and smoking meth you're forgetful as shit and realize you're a step ahead of yourself while also being 12 steps back and that you're so fuckin twacked out that you don't even have your god damn keys?

And so you're scrambling around looking for these God forsaken keys, just looking everywhere and you're like "fuck! Where are these keys!? I'm starved of McDonald's french fries as well as God's light!" and the combination of being twacked, wearing a coat indoors, energetically searching for keys, irateness that your keys are nowhere to be found, and just general existential rage all make you on the verge of a fuckin heat stroke? So then you're all like "fuuuuuuuucckkk," cause you wasted so much effort putting on your coat and wearing it this whole time but now you've got to take off your coat if you're serious about finding these keys alive and you're pissed about it because now it means your efforts were in vain which is like basically an analogy of your life.

So you resume your search for your elusive keys and a good while later when there's basically literally nowhere else to look you eventually just check your coat again to see if you're retarded and it turns out that yes, you are retarded. The keys were in your coat pocket the whole time. You just didn't feel them the first time around because you haven't emptied your pocket of McDonald's receipts for god knows how long. Probably not once since the crisp autumn air become the chilly air of winter many moons prior. And you're just like "fuck let's get some god damn fuckin' McDonald's, like fuck me," and then you walk to McDonald's and you go to pay and realize you forgot your fuckin' wallet? Does that ever happen to you guys?