G.S.A.A
A group of ginger people who think safety is the only thing that matters and also the only thing that doesn’t.
I joined the G. S. A. A. because I need someone to save me from my own dumb decisions.
The G. S. A. A. said I can’t wear socks with sandals. That’s not safety. That’s tyranny.
They tried to make me wear a helmet at lunch. I said no. I’m a ginger, not a cyborg.