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- Sep 30, 2019
Who the fuck would tune into Peetz?! Whenever he pops up in Chantal's videos and livestreams, the resounding "FUCK YOU, PEETZ"s can be heard as far away as Cambodia. Oh...wait, that's just in Beauty Parlour chat. Which is the only way to watch those damn lives, by the way, if you haven't done so already.
Again: Who the fuck would tune into Peetz? With his rounded teeth and permanent rectangular half-smile; his monotonous delivery; his halted, stilted sentences that never seem to smoothly convey an idea or thought without being broken up into aggravating chunks by hanging silences; his lack of emotion; his absence of a personality; his absolutely infuriating Twitter regurgitations; his proud proclamations that he's an SJW; his troon madness; his complete lack of charisma; his pony collection; his kitty-cat prisoner; his refusal to eat "vegga-bles" as he once said in a Costco haul; his cowardice; his...ah, everything we know on the Farms. The list is literally endless (and I am using "literally" correctly here, not as a means of hyperbole). It doesn't end, and never will.
I cannot believe Peetz has a YouTube channel and is livestreaming. This means he's a bit more calculating than we thought, and not quite the knuckleheaded sped we were led to believe. This is a guy who has watched Chantal rake in many dollars by doing nothing except parking her fat ass in front of her camera and saying nothing of consequence, and he essentially stroked his filthy beard and thought to himself, If she can do it...I can do it! There are apparently thousands of suckers born every minute! I'm quitting my long-term stable job and becoming a YouTuber! Her viewers adore me!
And the most depressing, distressing thing is that he is absolutely correct. The fucker is getting thousands of views, and plenty of Superchats. That's it, I'm buying a goddamn ring light and a gaming chair.
Again: Who the fuck would tune into Peetz? With his rounded teeth and permanent rectangular half-smile; his monotonous delivery; his halted, stilted sentences that never seem to smoothly convey an idea or thought without being broken up into aggravating chunks by hanging silences; his lack of emotion; his absence of a personality; his absolutely infuriating Twitter regurgitations; his proud proclamations that he's an SJW; his troon madness; his complete lack of charisma; his pony collection; his kitty-cat prisoner; his refusal to eat "vegga-bles" as he once said in a Costco haul; his cowardice; his...ah, everything we know on the Farms. The list is literally endless (and I am using "literally" correctly here, not as a means of hyperbole). It doesn't end, and never will.
I cannot believe Peetz has a YouTube channel and is livestreaming. This means he's a bit more calculating than we thought, and not quite the knuckleheaded sped we were led to believe. This is a guy who has watched Chantal rake in many dollars by doing nothing except parking her fat ass in front of her camera and saying nothing of consequence, and he essentially stroked his filthy beard and thought to himself, If she can do it...I can do it! There are apparently thousands of suckers born every minute! I'm quitting my long-term stable job and becoming a YouTuber! Her viewers adore me!
And the most depressing, distressing thing is that he is absolutely correct. The fucker is getting thousands of views, and plenty of Superchats. That's it, I'm buying a goddamn ring light and a gaming chair.