theyre nuts. seriously.
theyll ask you for the impossible, constantly! right now, im being struck with markers, shrieked at, and having my hands torn off the keyboard because it is imperative, apparently, that i connect all the markers in the house end to end and wield them as a staff. this, of course, is impossible. the weight is far, far too much. as i am subjected to cries of "NO MORE COMPUTER!!1 WAAAaAAAAHH!!! HELP TIIIIIM!!!!! MOOOOOOOOOOMMYYY!", i cant help but wonder what the goal here is. a weapon? pole vault? merely my attention? or is he just fucking with me? i dont just sit on the computer! i talk to him simultaneously! i bet im the only motherfucker around that can fill out a job app and play with play-doh at the same time. what the hell does he want!??!?!
also, fox has his own little names for things, and its up to me to figure out what the FUCK hes talking about. apparently some show is known to him as "joke." i have yet to figure out what this means, so when its time to watch cartoons for a while, its "WATCH JOOOOOOOOKE! PLEEEEAAAASSSEE!?!?!?!" and i say "well, just show me what it is and ill get it!" ad he says "jOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOKKKKKKKKKKEEE!!!!HEEEEEEEEEEELLLLLLLLLLLPPPPPP! WAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!" and so on.
id love to help, but wtf
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