

My retirement plan is to work until it hurts too much to work anymore, use whatever I’ve managed to save up to buy as much illegal drugs as I can get my hands on, enjoy literal bliss for however long [money ÷ cost of drugs] gets me.
Then, either 1) overdose and die, 2) go skydiving or something and just don’t pull the parachute line, or 3) murder as many neonazis as I can until one of them kills me first. Gonna depend on the mood at the time.
Dang, you mean to tell me that animal refuse blended into mush and saturated with salt is bad for us?!