Day 1 of experiencing homelessness for the first time: I think it's entirely fair to say that this is an all-around pretty shitty deck of cards to be dealt, and if I could perform taint-to-tip castration on whomever was responsible, then I'd gladly do so in a heartbeat. Unfortunately, to much disbelief (including my own), I do not yet possess a death-wish.
HAA HAA HAA HAA HAA. YOU HAVE FUCKED WITH #THE MAN. AND GOTTEN THE HORNS. GET WRECKED, BITCH!!!!!!!!!!! MEAN WHILE. MY LIFE IS AMAZING, AND I LIVE IN A MANSION. IT IS GOOD TO BE THE MAN.
I bet your mansion is gaudy as fuck. P.S, rubbing salt in the wound doesn't really make you a man, it almost paints you in the congenial light of being a little bitch. Just reflections.
MY MANSION IS NOT ONLY FUCKING AWESOME. IT IS ALSO BAD ASS, AND FULL OF FUCKING GUNS. AND ALL KINDS OF COOL SHIT, INCLUDING MY CREW. HOO HOO HOO. HAA HAA HAA. BEHOLD, BITCH! HTTPS://JESUITROUNDUP.ORG/WP-CONTENT/UPLOADS/2020/05/LORD_ENGLISHS_MANSION.PNG
. . . I loathe to admit it, but it might actually have some degree of potential. Were it not for that god-awful shade of green, then I'd almost say that it's quite the looker. What about something like ... Yeah. That's better. https://i.postimg.cc/GpzRdXcg/Potential-Improvement.png
Defacing? Hardly. Maybe I could get into the business of inter-planetary home renovation. 🤔