Apparently I'm a rapist.
What did I tell you, Jack?
How the f*** would I know? I don't listen to your b*******. On the phone, I just nod & grunt & giggle at what appears to a casual observer–one who
isn't a self-absorbed, narcissistic, dope-addled douchebag drug addict–to be the right time to assuage your ego while back-tracing your comms.
It's a little different on video—I have to hold my gorge down—but, still, I'm really not paying
that much attention, I'm
kinda just waiting for your chair to collapse out from under you.
By the way—the above PROPRIETARY, WORK–IN–PROGRESS FORUM POSTING constitutes
the entirety of your coffee book’s Foreword.
ASSIGNMENT COMPLETED. Do you know how to
synthesize a methylated alkaloid embed a YouTube video in a book?
Fuckin’ go fuckin’ figure it the fuck out. Here, take this technical support manual with you. *click"