The meaning of life is a fleeting, champagne-fueled haze. One moment it's a perfectly good time, the next it's just an existential dread. But hey, at least the bubbles make it worth it.
You're probably here because you're questioning the nature of reality, the purpose of the universe, or why you're reading this on your phone when you could be sipping champagne on a beach somewhere. Well, let us help you with that.