May 6th, 2011


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Once upon a time, there was a boy who asked a girl: "Will you marry me?"

The girl said: "Go fuck yourself, you're drooling all over my copy of SCUM Manifesto."

The girl kept on living; she had nine cuddly cats, ate chocolate every day, visited art museums, and there was no one to sneeze around her cats, trying to encourage her to go on a diet or whine about art museums being boring.

And she lived happily ever after.

The same can't be said for the boy.
He always wore dirty underpants because no one washed his laundry, his house was a shit hole because no one ever cleaned up for him, and last time I heard about him he starved to death, not because no one cooked for him but because he couldn't leave his bathroom after he ran out of toilet paper and no one brought him a new roll. Well, who cares? He lead a miserable life anyway, because he couldn't reach the remote control while laying on the couch and there was no one to give it to him.

Ha ha.