I went to a Christmas party last night and I got really drunk and I think I upset my niece last night but I didn't know what I did then I hit me. It's because her boyfriend that I kept calling Ben Shapiro because he looks a lot like Ben Shapiro. He hardly talks, he's been there for the last three years or so, and I ask him if he wants to try some of this Cutthroat I was drinking. He says no and they tell me he's only 20 so he can't. Then I look him straight in the eye and go on this rant about how it's weird that they say he's old enough to join the army to kill tons of people and potentially get killed and deal with years of PTSD after watching all of these people he built connections with just get obliterated into human chunks of meat right before his eyes but he's not old enough to get drunk. I totally forgot that he's going to be deployed soon. Just hit me after I got sober.
Completely insensitive but for some reason I don't feel like an *******.
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Lucem, you're right, it's silly to talk about what I would or wouldn't do IRL. Glad you brought it up. Maybe you should write an instrumental about it. I recommend a piano paired with a clarinet. With ambient sounds of you hanging from your shower curtain you ****ing failure.
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Art Is Dead. Buy My ****.
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