Oooooooold! |
Ask my friends and family, I fucking looked like him until I was 15 |
Well... almost. My sense of fashion might be a tad better, but with more holes. |
You see, when I write my articles and reviews, some of them end up online and there's always a certain amount of dipshits posting stupid crap under my stuff, telling me how I've got no clue wtf I'm talking about (joke's on you, fucker, I get paid and you don't!), so sometimes I check on their profiles, see they're born in 1990something and think they're just stupid little brats. Until I do the math and realise they're legal adults.
What really gets me is when some dumbass 16 year old posts shit about how awesome the 90s supposedly were. "Proud to be a 90s kid" and what not. What the fuck do you even remember from the 90s? Crawling around on all fours and shitting yourself?
You know what the saddest thing is? I don't think I even want to be cool by today's fucked up standards anymore. Do you know wtf kids these days are into? Fucking ponies! My goddamn little pony, dubstep and fucking candy-flavoured beer and vodka for kids. Calling everyone "bro". Just... don't. Okay? Don't you fucking bro me!
You know what I'm into? Reptiles. Look at how our new beardie is doing:
As for Dark Souls, well... you either cry about its difficulty like a bitch or you keep at it and become... badass.
-Cat
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