I just got back from a trip to a big city that reminded me of just how massive my Time Mansion is and the sheer scope of what I'm dealing with. I have a solid plan for the future that doesn't include listening to my druggy friend bitch about the same problems he's been jerking off to for 8 years. Seriously: ONE girl, EIGHT YEARS. What in the fuck? Dude, I get it, your mom has bi-polar disorder and you heard the weed bubbler while you were growing up (not just a Sammy-boi meme, that's how he grew up); you can still rise above all of that. But nope, I'm wrong: Women are and you're never going to be happy until all of the women in your life accept you unconditionally. Yeah, that's a dumbass way to live and you chase after pussy like its fresh drinking water in Namibia, but that's okay because society told you all of that sex with college whores is worth the psychological, financial, and social cost. Anyway (holy shit am I really that mercurial?), I just wanted to say that Sam's advice is great and his comedy keeps me sane and laughing. I don't know exactly what it is, but Sam's stuff seems to prevent me from getting too sensitive (such a nice feeling) and allows me to roll with the punches and keep things light even when other people try to make everything into WWIII.
If I ever won the lottery, Sam would be getting 6 gorillion dollars. I'll keep supporting your stuff and bettering myself--- thanks for caring (not sarcastic). Love you Sam and thanks to your team who helps you out and anyone else who supports you.