BigJimsWornOutTires
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Somewhere deep in the uncharted ocean waters of the Pacific, lies an island with a stranded man living on it.
"Ugh. Not sure what day this is. Could be Sunday. Could be Wednesday. Saturday. Ugh, fuck. I'm just gonna call this Sunmonday. Perhaps, Weekday. But what if it's a weekend? Weekendday! Brilliant. And tomorrow will be Weekendday 2. Yes! Thankfully I have all the fish and crabs I can eat. So there's that!"
Later that day, a hundred miles away, an oil spill occurs. The next day, the deadly waters reach the island.
"Ugh, boogers. There goes all that fish and crab I can eat. Perhaps it's the end of the world!"
An airliner flies over.
"Snapper crappers. Either that's one big fucking drone on autopilot or this world's still kicking it. Ugh. Starvation's a motherfucker."
A week later, as he dies from starvation, he reminisces,
"Weekendday? What the fuck was I thinking? Fucked Days is more like it. I'm Fucked, day one. I'm Really Fucked, day two. FUCK! Day three. What the Fuck? Day four.....ugh."
He dies.