* ... Edwin the Penguin!!! *the crowd erupts in cheers and applause*
"thank you, thank you" *waves hands like a natural born dictator*
y'all really lack the context within which the above references make sense, but suffice it to say that those words actually represent a form of reality that once was unimaginable to me. needless to say, but i'll say it anyway, it turns out i might actually have finally been handing the "leading man" role i never applied for, ha haha. no, that's not just mindless braggadocio on my part, it's an actual fact.
like i told my interim therapist, "Scott", earlier in the year, and right around the time prior to the pandemic being declared, (approximately around March 2nd, 2020): i expect the worst case scenario to unfold, and i wouldnt be surprised if this ends up being long and drawn out. i told him it was just a "soft reset" and that there would be plenty of financial casualties, aside from the ones the pandemic would claim. it was weird, because i then told him: i know that i have been given the lead role now, and if all i have to do is the minimum, which is to say, "just be myself", then i think i can do that, i think i can agree to that, especially if i get to continue to smoke weed with relative impunity. he laughed, and because he is a true "mouth breather", i had to hold my own chuckles in response to the way he sounded like a badly voiced muppet when he spoke to me about anything, attempting to relate to me on an intellectual level that he was clearly not authorized to enter, much less was he properly equipped with the necessary hardware, ha haha.
* what do you call it when the so-called "surprise ending" is more of a yuge anticlimactic letdown? as in, why has Scarlett Johansson been wasting roughly the past 10 years of my life on purpose? bruh, when i finally heard that bitch's voice in the female cell next to mine when i was illegally detained at 850 bryant, i wanted to go ape shit on her and whoop her ass like a REAL LONG HAIRED HULK would, but i had to resort to kicking the metal sliding dividing door loudly multiple times every time her tweaking ass was running her lips too much. we get it, you think you're such a yuge deal you essentially put my life on pause while you galavanted your cavalier ass all the way to a yuge pile of "social status", to the point that you felt you had the authority to hijack my year? bruh, MISS ME WITH YOUR BULLSHIT, HA HA HA!!!
it was rather funny, though, to toss back the trucker hat style cap she "gifted" me at the club on Howard St, close to the Intercontinental. i snuck a $20 into the tip jar, as a form of "payment" assuming she said "no charge" when i asked her how much i owed her for the purchase of said hat. it was then that my now infamous "condescending laugh" and "smile" were clearly captured by her tweaking ass, to the point she even chuckled mildly in retort, unaware of my dual action response she would soon become familiar with.
hey, bitches, NO MEANS NO, right? or does that only apply to your specific scenarios? honestly, i dont care at this point, ha haha. unlike the advice Harvey Dent gives the mob gangster who made an attempt on his life to "buy american", i will NOT be indulging in such bloated ego swine. i'll gladly suffer silently, as i endlessly fill my various cum rags to the point that their scent will be so pungent that those bitches will have no choice but to follow me home, ha haha. there's obvious benefits to remaining "grimy and slimy" as i enjoy saying, but y'all aint ready to have that conversation. besides, what would your little minds have to reply if you were proven to be wrong with your "squeaky clean" wannabe mentalities? you'd openly take up an active meth addiction, just like little miss "red herring", ha haha, but you didnt hear that from me, okay...
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