I need to figure this out. I can’t keep masturbating everyday. I need to do stuff. What can I even do? What is it that I am supposed to do?
What is that noise? Sigh. I need to figure out how to make money. Should I sell my semen?
Hi. I’m here to sell my cum.
Sorry. We only accept donations from males that are over six feet tall.
Welp. That plan failed. What else can I do? Should I sell my blood?
Hi. I’m here to sell my blood.
Sorry. We won’t be able to accept your blood, as we found traces of THC. You can come back after a month.
Welp. That was a waste of time. What else can I do?
Hey dude, you want some money.
Yes. What do I have to do?
Great. I need you to take this box to this address here.
Alright. How much am I going to get paid?
They’ll pay you when you deliver the package.
234 Pepple St… Hello. I have a package here.
Who are you? What is this?
Some guy told me to deliver this box to this address.
[The guy opens the box in front of me]
[The box contains a served hand]
Oh my god.
I’m guessing, I’m not going to be paid.
Welp. I have done everything and I’m still broke.
There’s that noise again.
I know you can hear me.
Who are you?
I’m your voice of reason.
Get a job, you bum.
I don’t want to work at a job. That’s so lame. It’s too regular.
Welp, I tired.
It has been a year and I still haven’t done anything. I scheduled interviews and I didn’t go to any. The thought of actually working sickens me. Sitting in the room, with someone who thinks they’re better than me. I can’t do it. I want to wash away that thought in my head. I want the job but I can’t. I should be working smarter not harder, why am I going to slave for some one else.
The same reason, you are here broke asking homeless people for a bite of their food. Too prideful to work at McDonald’s but not too prideful to eat a pizza off the floor. Make it make sense to me.
Why can’t my voice of reason be more assertive?
Welp, have fun with your bum life.