I’ve got you under my skin. Literally
I won the 2020 election. The deep state rigged everything against me.
I know the names and addresses of every single one of you. Now, “blackmail” is such an ugly word – I prefer “extortion.”
I am entirely caught up on my work and therefore entirely justified to be wasting time on message boards.
I never waste the company’s time by dawdling on-line during business hours. That’s just like stealing.
I owe my soul to the company store.
I did all of Tom Cruise’s stunts.
I own Bart Simpson’s soul. I think it’s somewhere in the basement, in a banker’s box on one of my home-made shelves. Maybe. I hope I never have to find it quickly, because I’d be screwed.
Ed Z. is selling me the Straight Dope franchise for $2 because he’s, “sick of the whole damn operation.”
I’m Batman.
And here I thought you were Spartacus! Odd – I’m never wrong.
Once I thought I was wrong, but it turned out to be a misjudgement on my part.
-“BB”-
I’ve been wrong before* and i’m not afraid to admit it.
*4th June 1973
I can do this all day.
I’m gettin’ better with age.
I’m so happy I have to go to work this morning.
I’m thrilled to be unemployed.
I have fourteen toes.
(Only ten of them are mine.)
I can’t write in English or use electronic devices.
I have the body of a thirty-five year old. But it’s deeply buried, and so far no one suspects a thing,
-“BB”-