We have a song about that.
"I want a rusty axe!
I want to learn voodoo!
A chubby one named Bridget!
And a sip of Faygo, mmm...
I'm not done yet! ... all this, damn, I'll die in two...~~~"
- I Want My Sh*t by Insane Clown Posse. Translation of the chorus - Yours Truly.
The meaning of my existence?
This year marks the thirtieth anniversary – that many years ago my parents kept a service apartment for themselves, even though they were supposed to be evicted back to the village.
Thanks to having successfully given birth to me.
My mission in this world is complete, yes.
So, it's time to have fun.
And sometimes play the role of a bad omen, there have been precedents.
Since one damn thing from me is not needed by anyone, as it turned out.