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Okay.
I get that this is some fucked up Twilight Zone episode and that you're all magical fairies or bloodsucking rejects from films that Rob Zombie couldn't even bring himself to produce.
I get that there's this whole Hotel California deal going on and no one's leaving until the fat Golden Cows calling themselves deities say so.
I get that every couple of days, some horrible, unavoidable thing will happen to make me miserable, not that that isn't what happens usually anyway.
I even get that if you're in an apartment by yourself without Carmen Electra's tits to keep you company or whatever equivalent you've got going, you're going to hear an annoying ticking that won't. shut. up.
What I don't get is why you all actually believe this is really happening. Come on, this is ridiculous. Kubrick on acid wouldn't dream up half this shit.
Vince's long-lost twin, have you ever considered acting as a career? With a good agent you could go straight to the top. Just your luck, I happen to be the best.
I get that this is some fucked up Twilight Zone episode and that you're all magical fairies or bloodsucking rejects from films that Rob Zombie couldn't even bring himself to produce.
I get that there's this whole Hotel California deal going on and no one's leaving until the fat Golden Cows calling themselves deities say so.
I get that every couple of days, some horrible, unavoidable thing will happen to make me miserable, not that that isn't what happens usually anyway.
I even get that if you're in an apartment by yourself without Carmen Electra's tits to keep you company or whatever equivalent you've got going, you're going to hear an annoying ticking that won't. shut. up.
What I don't get is why you all actually believe this is really happening. Come on, this is ridiculous. Kubrick on acid wouldn't dream up half this shit.
Vince's long-lost twin, have you ever considered acting as a career? With a good agent you could go straight to the top. Just your luck, I happen to be the best.