I always felt for grumpy bear. Of all the care bears he was the only one with a proper sense of the crushing, desperate futility of existence, and the utter bloody awfulness of the world.
Except, of course, that his world was full of joy and happiness. Which would be so depressing.
I hope I don't look like that when I drink alone. Except I clearly don't - you're not allowed to smoke inside anymore!
Hahaha! Bloody hell I'm so alone.