You cant handle the truth! Son we live in a world that has bars, and those have to be inhabited by men with drinking problems. Whose gonna drink all that alcohol, you Mr. Johnson? I have a greater responsibility than you can possibly fathom. You weep for Boston Rob, and you curse Survivor. You have that luxury, you have the luxury of not knowing what I unfortunately saw, that Boston Robs win while predictable, probably boosted sexist egos worldwide. And my existence while grotesque and incomprehensible, to you, Makes you want to drink more. You don't want the truth because deep down in places you talk about parties; you want me on your lap, you need me on your lap!! We use words like douche bag, tard, pussy whilped, We use these words as the backbone of a life spent demeaning eaxh other, you use them as therapy sources. I have neither the time,or the inclination, to explain myself to a person, who laughs and curses under the blanket of the very entertainment that I provide, and then questions the manner, in which I provide it. I'd rather you just say 'ill fu%k you' and go ahead and do it. Otherwise I suggest you pick up a dildo and shove it in your butt. Either way, I don't give a damn, what you think you are entitled to!
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