G.S.A.A
A club where ginger people talk about safety like it’s their full-time job and also their full-time annoyance.
I’m in the G. S. A. A. because my life is too chaotic for regular safety.
The G. S. A. A. just passed a law: no more hot sauce at meetings.
They tried to make me a safety officer. I said no. I’m a ginger, not a martyr.