the guy in the puddle’s story was all like “Poor me, a baboon crapped on me” or “oh man, this is hard, I’m infested with bugs.” I was like, “Umm you chose to sit in a disease-magnet. Quit complaining. If you must suffer for your art, do it a bit more humbly.” Toot toot.
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the guy in the puddle’s story was all like “Poor me, a baboon crapped on me” or “oh man, this is hard, I’m infested with bugs.” I was like, “Umm you chose to sit in a disease-magnet. Quit complaining. If you must suffer for your art, do it a bit more humbly.” Toot toot.