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You know, they say anyone can do it themselves these days. DIY projects, they say, are a breeze. Well, I recently tried assembling furniture, and let me tell you, the only thing breezy about it was the tornado of frustration that followed. The instructions were like hieroglyphics, and by the end, I had a bookshelf that looked like modern art. I thought I'd save money by fixing my leaky faucet too. I turned off the water, grabbed a wrench, and next thing you know, I've created a water fountain in my kitchen. It turns out, plumbing doesn't fit me like a glove. It fits me more like a banana peel on a slippery floor.
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Life, my friends, is full of surprises, just like when you buy something online, and it arrives, and you're like, "Fits like a glove!" And by that, I mean it's three sizes too small. It's like playing a game of fashion roulette. You click "buy," and you might end up with a dazzling outfit or a kid's size t-shirt for your cat. It's the same with job interviews. They tell you the company culture is a perfect fit. You show up, and it's more like trying to fit a square peg into a round hole. You start questioning if they meant fit like a glove or fit like Cinderella's step-sisters trying to squeeze into that glass slipper.
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You know, they say finding the perfect fit in life is crucial. Like a glove, they say. But let me tell you, whoever came up with that phrase has never experienced the existential crisis of trying to find the right pair of jeans. I mean, are these supposed to be skinny, slim fit, or am I trying to squeeze into a sausage casing? And don't even get me started on relationships. People say, "Find someone who fits you like a glove." Well, I did. Turns out, it was a boxing glove. You know, the kind that packs a punch, literally. Every argument felt like a round in the ring. I finally realized I need someone who fits me like a soft, fuzzy glove, not an MMA mitt.
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Have you ever noticed how technology is supposed to make our lives easier, but half the time, it fits us like a glove made for an alien species? I recently got a new phone, and the facial recognition thinks I'm a Picasso painting. I have to contort my face into a pretzel just to unlock the thing. I'm expecting the phone to ask for a DNA sample next. And don't get me started on voice-activated devices. They're supposed to understand you perfectly, right? I asked my virtual assistant to play some jazz, and it thought I said "order pizza." Now, I've got a family-sized pepperoni on the way, and Miles Davis is nowhere in sight.
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