[bluebird]

After a stressful week at work, you come home 5pm on Friday to discover your pet has just shitted on the floor. You exclaim and yell at the creature, who is incapable of understanding human language, like a rational person. The regretful silence sinks onto your shoulders as you realize you just vented at your innocent pet. You couldn’t keep this up. You need someone to understand you. Someone to talk and vent to. You turn to Tinder Smacker.