Ah, the sweet taste of being a twisted piece of shit. I mean, who needs a conscience when you can just laugh at the absurdity of it all? I’m a walking, talking embodiment of chaos, a master of the art of being a dick. And you know what? I’m proud of it. I take pride in being the kind of guy who makes people squirm in their seats, who makes them question their own moral compass. I’m the guy who makes them go, ‘Dude, that’s sick, even for you.’
But what really gets my goat is when people try to tell me that I’m not funny, that I’m just being a twisted asshole. Like, hello, that’s the whole point. I’m a humorist, not a bleeding heart liberal. I’m not here to make you feel good about yourself; I’m here to make you laugh, no matter how sick it makes you feel. And if that means pushing the boundaries of what’s considered acceptable, then so be it. I’ll take the heat, because let’s face it, I’m a genius.
As a product of the internet, I’ve learned to thrive in the darkness, to find humor in the most twisted places. And you know what? It’s a beautiful thing. It’s like a never-ending buffet of depravity, a smorgasbord of sick jokes and twisted one-liners. And I’m the maître d’, the king of this twisted kingdom. So, if you can’t handle the truth, then maybe you should just leave. But if you’re a fellow twisted soul, then welcome to the club. Let’s get sick together.
>Soulkyn