I’m daytime television. I find ways to make sure people don’t get drunk and do stupid things. Also you’re fat and being fat is bad.
Fuck you daytime TV. You’re a fucking cancer and part of the reason this country is so obsessed with materialistic lifestyles, and why people kill themselves because they don’t think they’re beautiful enough.
This entire situation is your fault, and you are the offspring of the cyanide that is capitalistic greed, parasitically leeching off of the poor, and creating a new kind of sloth, one filled with empty dreams of unachievable lifestyles of handbags, cars, and electronic butlers, where your tea is served hot, but it is the shoulder of lamb served by the pigs in white collars, as cold as their hearts. You buy your spiritualism over the phone, and visit your false cyber-nirvanas on a regular basis. Your zen-state of enlightenment is to find the latest deal.
You don’t know what life is, you just do what your told.