Shorty made me toast and asked for a “toast tithe, a little bite because I’m the toast’s God.”, then she “ran the numbers” and found out she “should have taken a big bite.”
Greed is a sin, darling!
Shorty got nasty with the dirty rice, greens, and cornbread, all soaked in a savory pot liquor with onions. Bad news: eventually, dinner is over. Good news: shorty’s dinner special reminded me the hard times are over, too. 10/10
Should I quit this stupid fucking job and become a full time DayZ creator???
Make tip videos and other videos like “How a 10,000hr Duo Plays Chernarus” or “This Is Why I Still Play DayZ in 2026…”
Or should I blow my brains out
Quick review of Shorty’s 3-Bean Chili with beef: topped with green onion and bottomed with a sexy little secret stash of hot honey butter corn pudding, this chili is KYY (Kill Yourself Yummy)! WOW! 10/10
Review of Shorty’s Traditional New Year’s Meal™: Cabbage, black eyed peas, corn beef hash, cornbread. Drenched in two unique pot likkers, this hearty meal is designed to bring wealth and prosperity with the new year. It certainly brought fullness to my stomach! Yum! 10/10
On schlatt: ran with him on DayZ once. The video was my first to do well after my account had been accepted into TikTok’s monetization program. It made around $300. I used that money to upgrade my internet (which was nearly unusably slow, 5mbps up/down) and buy groceries.
The world now sees us Americans as what we have always been: not the gun-toting bald eagle redneck stereotypes of the early aughts, but as ruthless, characterless automatons operating solely in the interest of a bottom line.
My favorite book of the bible: Revelations! Here's why: any honest look at the history of America yields the truth. Cities built on the cruelty of the secure and powerful. In Revelations, cities crumble in an absurd GODQUAKE, and the powerful are ripped from the womb of security.
Review of some goulash I made: onion, cabbage, carrots, meatballs, red sauce, and Mexican rice. The space betwixt heaven and hell, this world of men, is a bloodthirsty thresher. Goulash, anyone? 6/10
The land you walk, the bedroom you love in, where you commune with others, is bloodstained, and you are both guilty and accountable for enjoying the fruits of genocide! Have a horrible Thanksgiving!
Artists have fought the same fight since the dawn of man: the impulse to play to the crowd. Those that bend even a little bit to the will of the audience, or algorithm, or congregation, are hacks who, upon death, will be forgotten by time.