Gourd evening to you too, my friend

U cozy fucka

Gonna have the boys round to crush some brews and watch Andrew Scott in Vanya again

She was doing so good too until everyone found out she can't write for shit.

Also she fucks sources but, who among us

The wind in your hair, the cigarette butts in the urinals

In favour of a separate arcology for people who need the world to smell like a garbage fire 24/7

Baby I only got 300 characters!

The key is at all times Raoul Duke wants something, he has a mission. Here it sounds like Nuzzi is just fucking around wasting everyone's time

fog of war is when my troll headhunters haven't walked far enough yet

Can a memoir be literature?

No, it's just dumb.

Staggering, bouncing off walls, unsure of my situation in space and time. I grabbed the nearest poor fool by his lapels and screamed in his face.

"The WWE Hall of Fame, where is it?"
"What?"
"The WWE Hall of Fame, you waterhead. Tell me where it is, damn you."
"It's... it's just an idea!"

Is this a joke like JD Vance not understanding sparkling water in Hillbilly Elegy? She surely didn't write an entire page of her Not Fucking Getting The Point.

That's the Yorkshire reading of the monologue