So... is he or not?

How does that work?

If you have to ask, you will never know.

I can't get a job. My feelings are sore because of this.


Nah, I'm just frustrated and lazy-feeling. Goddammit.

I feel for you. I'm lazy too.

I don't have a job either.

SAD-FIVE!

Yeah. Having a job is tits. Let me tell you. It's tits.

I'm lazy because I don't have a job. I don't have a job because I was lazy in High school, and am now lacking decent references. Now that I'm not lazy, I can't find a job. Because in high school, I was too lazy. But I'm not lazy anymore.

This could go on, but you get the point.


And money is even more tits. I'm not sure if tits is a positive adjective. I'm gonna assume so.

Tits are a positive everything, but I was being sarcastic.

Oh. Well, as I said. Money is super tits. And you need a job to get money. Most of the time.

Where's your trust fund, pussy?

In my pussy, along with my trust.

Okay, consider this an official warning. Starting from now, I'm going to start sending out infractions for spammy, offtopic segues. Even when there are many people joining in the conversation.

*closes*