Well now, what have we here? A little visitor to my humble little home? Ahh yes, I see, you are selling magazines. I have no use for magazines my dear lad. Why don't you come in anyway? Ahhh, I see, but if you stay for a little bit, I may buy a subscription. Heh, heh, I knew you would see things my way.
A long time ago, I was a warrior. I fought bravely and bled many, many times. All for one purpose, one goal, to bring forth a new era, the era of Non-Celebrities.
Why would I fight for such a goal?
Everywhere you look, celebrities. They even have a television show about the people who stalk the celebrities and photograph them. Papa Rotsee, I think they are called. Hmmm, Paprazzi, ahh thanks lad. I see you know what I am talking about.
These actors, these celebrities, they think they own the world. The show up at their big gala events so they can win awards and thank each other and pat each other on the back and blah, blah, blah. It's all one big masturbation party if you ask me. Winning awards and crying, as though they were just handed the Nobel Prize for being God's greatest creation.
And everyone wants to be a celebrity. Everyone wants their 15 minutes of fame. That's why they have these so called "reality" shows. So jackasses can go on TV and show the world how much of a jackass they can be. Bah, reality shows.
Celebrities get the world handed to them, and if something bad were to happen to one of them, like breaking a fingernail, the whole world would screech to a halt. "Oh! How can we help you with that? Oh, would you like a bottle of water and a nice vegetarian sandwich?" Bah, celebrities, always surrounding themselves with ass-kissers.
The world would be a much better place without celebrities, boy, let me tell you that. So, what magazine are you selling sonny?
You are selling subscription to Entertainment Weekly? You are dead you little prick motherfucker!
A long time ago, I was a warrior. I fought bravely and bled many, many times. All for one purpose, one goal, to bring forth a new era, the era of Non-Celebrities.
Why would I fight for such a goal?
Everywhere you look, celebrities. They even have a television show about the people who stalk the celebrities and photograph them. Papa Rotsee, I think they are called. Hmmm, Paprazzi, ahh thanks lad. I see you know what I am talking about.
These actors, these celebrities, they think they own the world. The show up at their big gala events so they can win awards and thank each other and pat each other on the back and blah, blah, blah. It's all one big masturbation party if you ask me. Winning awards and crying, as though they were just handed the Nobel Prize for being God's greatest creation.
And everyone wants to be a celebrity. Everyone wants their 15 minutes of fame. That's why they have these so called "reality" shows. So jackasses can go on TV and show the world how much of a jackass they can be. Bah, reality shows.
Celebrities get the world handed to them, and if something bad were to happen to one of them, like breaking a fingernail, the whole world would screech to a halt. "Oh! How can we help you with that? Oh, would you like a bottle of water and a nice vegetarian sandwich?" Bah, celebrities, always surrounding themselves with ass-kissers.
The world would be a much better place without celebrities, boy, let me tell you that. So, what magazine are you selling sonny?
You are selling subscription to Entertainment Weekly? You are dead you little prick motherfucker!
posted by Virtual Satyr at
2:10 AM
0 Comments:
Post a Comment
<< Home