I didn’t know how to say “im a vegetarian” in Spanish so I very haltingly said “los animales … son mis amigos…” when my coworker asked why I wasn’t eating the tamales. Which makes me sound insane but also my coworker just nodded sagely and said “ahh. Entiendo.”
One time my internet was down and all I had was the images on my phone and music so I jacked off listening to Africa (Toto) while looking at an image of a carrot that looked like it had a dumptruck
Oh and if I hear any of you little shits complaining about me scabbing for the WGA I swear to fvck. You literally can’t stand the idea of an underdog Hollywood outsider with genuinely NEW ideas, writing on your precious little shows, instead of some, nepo baby, who was, who was grown in a lab, or something. So you’ll scream and hurl insults and you’ll cancel me and you’ll try to ruin my life for taking my ONLY chance at a big break and you know what? You will still. Fycking. Love. The episodes I write. See how “Marxist” you feel, when the pronoun circle scene drops in Euphoria. See if you still hate me for scabbing when Euphoria heres a lady with neopronouns and looks at The Camera and bes all like, “Sooooooo, that just happened,
never will forget the gay porn I watched where the director quietly told the bottom to “lose the anime voice” and you could see overwhelming disillusionment form in his eyes
