Keep in mind, at least someone had the creative sense to come up with said image. But it wasn't you. You're just the repeater, the clone. You're actually not funny, the picture is funny. And you couldn't come up with a caption that wasn't a ripped off inspirational quote for your own ugly selfie. At least we're all laughing at your face so I guess you win and I can go fuck myself now.
The nauseating effect scrolling through my social media news feed has on me could probably be compared to dysentery, just not as pleasant. It's all bloody diarrhea of the thumb.
Don't get me wrong, I too enjoy a good, savage meme here and there. I too can click like, maybe even love, on a picture of Kanye West in a Yeezy shirt that reads "this homeless man once saved a dog from getting its balls chewed off by a rabid priest 1 like = 1 nickel in his tin cup". But once that meme goes viral, it's as if the new Jordans just dropped and there's a line out the door full of skin bags waiting to get a hold of that one fucking pair of sneakers. Without that pair of sneakers, you're nothing. You have no status. Without that meme, you're invisible to your shitty friends. So all you have to do is hit that share button and boom! You're fucking relevant again!
Read the news man. Give a goddamn opinion on something. Tell me your girlfriend's pussy tasted like whale ass last night. ANYTHING of substance and you're ok in my book. Thinking is dope.
Read the news man. Give a goddamn opinion on something. Tell me your girlfriend's pussy tasted like whale ass last night. ANYTHING of substance and you're ok in my book. Thinking is dope.
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