I’ve come to the
conclusion there are a few things in this life I need.
For one, I need gummies
because they are the source of my being, especially those delicious red feet
gummies that you can get from Costco for like $5 for 200. They’re so fucking
delicious…. Without gummies, I may die. In fact my body is basically 90% gummy
and 15% coffee (with a 5% margin of error). I am confident they are part of the
reason my dentist was able to finish her home renos (sorry, dental plan, sucks
to be you!).
Next, I need bacon. And
cheese. Together. As much as possible. They are the most beautiful couple in
the world.
It makes me feel warm in
the sub cockles of my heart seeing them on the same plate. Especially
intertwined around each other. I would marry this combination:
It would be a short
marriage, but I would be so very happy until I became a widow… five minutes
later.
My final need has only
been brought to my attention fairly recently. I need a man servant. Yes, that
is correct. You did read me right. I need a man servant.
Why Karin? Why do you need
a man servant?
Simple. So I can do less
stuff for myself! For example:
See? The man servant would
allow me to remain lying on the couch and bring me something I desire, without
much effort from me... while not wearing clothes (because I was too lazy to draw
them on)
Basically I need someone
willing to do all my mundane work for me, and
with a saucy facial expression while doing so. This will allow me to
continue doing things I love, like sleeping, watching TV or being on the
computer.
If they could somehow pee
and bathe for me as well, my life would be perfect.
This person must also be willing to work for words of encouragement and the
occasional high five as I am a bum and can’t afford to pay a salary. Currently,
I have no man servant. MY LIFE IS SO HARD SOMETIMES!
If you’d like to apply for
this position, please send me a detailed essay explaining how you would be the
perfect man servant, and I will consider your offer. Bonus points if you can
write my blogs for me.
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