You know when you have Christmas in Arizona, and you don't get any snow, and so then you have no point in asking your friend to shovel your driveway, which means you have no friends. Because how else do you meet people. Here is this totally accurate poem I made of life in the desert.
No snow = No friends
No friends = You're alone
You're alone = Sadness
Sadness = Depression
Depression = Sickness
Sickness = Hospitalization
Hospitalization = Bills
Bills = No money
No money = Dept.
Dept. = More depression which loops the cycle again. None of this would have happened If you had just printed a Mini tealight candle furnace. I know right? Then anybody who came to your house would become your friend because you had such an amazing fire hazard hanging from your Christmas tree. IDK! Just print one and like it.