Or, perhaps, it’s the most relieving kind of life?
He doesn’t want for anything. Not a goddamn thing. As long as he has plumbing, electricity, and access to the internet (for porn mostly), he is content.
No envy, no expectation, just bliss that you get to exist, and Jack off to an infinite library of nudes.








Holy fucking hell. I’ve never seen a more deranged list of objective falsehoods. How many different drugs are these people on?