Thanks to support from the Internet, I no longer have those nameless fears that have haunted me since the pandemic began.
Instead, I'm haunted by fears with names: acrophobia, enochlocophobia, mysophobia...
*Cowboy walks into a saloon and approaches the biggest guy there*, “What’s yer name partner?” “My names Terry.” He replied. “Terry?! That’s a girls name!”
Poor Nameless Cowboy.
Died from dissin’ Terry.
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