Suppose it was the custom for us humans to give each year an official epitaph. Say, all of humanity voted on December 31st in order to select a pithy few words summarizing the year that was ending. What would 2020s’ official epitaph be?
I’ll go with “2020: I want my money back!”
Your turn…
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I’m Tired. That’s the epitaph.
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I think a whole lot of people can relate to that one.
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In this strangest of years I found my voice which had been lost for decades.
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Solitary Confinement: 2020 Edition
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That cracked me up, Teresums. So true!
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Make that quadruple my money back (and that’s just four starters).
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Indeed, MM!
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Hmm… I have a bunch, but if I have to choose one….
2020: And I’m still not dead.
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Everyone who survives this year should get a medal.
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Twenty twenty vision? I want my eye sight back. 😎
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ROFL! That’s a good one!
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lol 2020: The introversion initiation.
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I like it! Clever!
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Firstly, I missed the snow bunnies
And now, there’s no beach bums
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2020, attention all time travelers, skip this year, just trust us.
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2020, you could do better
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