In reply to Crusher's earlier post, the ever-lovely Ms. Cup asks:
"Is it Misanthropic Monday already? I guess I need to turn my calendar page."
Yes, and that's how Crusher's day started. It got worse from there. In fact, Crusher cannot work on the novel tonight, because if Crusher did, the novel would come to a sudden and definitive conclusion:
"And G-d decided everyone is a stupid fuckhead. So G-d killed them."
Crusher doesn't care that until this point, G-d is not even a character in the novel.
Instead, Crusher is going to watch a certain movie and cheer for the virus.
3 comments:
I hope the Naia's chilling.
Miserable twat.
The problem is that Crusher always refers to himself in the 3rd person. Depersonalizes the human experience.
Debunk crusher.
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