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After last night and half of today, I'm ready to ram every piece of candy in the house up Mizzy's ass. I can't take much more of her shrill, morally superior struggle sessions with everyone over the goddamned candy, fuck Mizzy.
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Could this cure her lipedema?
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After staring at cameras autistically for a few hours, I came up with a map of the house. This is just my guesswork. SVG attached, PNG below.
Edit: Apparently the image fails to embed, just click on it below. Thanks Jewsh.
Edit: Apparently the image fails to embed, just click on it below. Thanks Jewsh.
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A lot of people itt never saw a boob because they are sperging about a color of nips that is quite common, kek.
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They whitelist domains, none of my custom ones worked. Try gmail. You probably aren't being targeted.
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Sam took the Jeet aside for a confessional. Sam tells the story about how he met a religious shaman in Peru and the Shaman gave him a necklace telling Sam "You'll find someone to give this to in the future." Simbal is incredibly grateful for this. I know the story sounds obviously fake, but Sam sold it really well. Sam also gasses the Jeet up by saying he took the reins from Alex during the candy horror skit challenge.
Now that Sam has gained Simbal's trust by being nice to him and boosting his ego, he convinces Simbal to take a bad boy approach. Ben suggests that Simbal can wear a leather jacket, sunglasses, and grease up his hair. Simbal accepts this with open arms. I like what Sam and Ben did here. Give the Jeet a false sense of ego to make him comfortable about embarrassing stuff.
After this, Sam and Ben give the jeet a script for him to read for an upcoming scene. The script sounds like it was written by Xavier/Jan.
The scene starts. Simbal comes out dramatically and starts reading his cringe larping script in front of everyone. He sounds very gay and cringe lol. The script is like four pages on and goes on forever, adding to the cringe. The camera pans across the Fish to show their bored faces.
He finishes the script with "If candy should be my downfall, I hope it's sweet." There's literally no reaction from the Fish lmao, not a sound. They have the camera go around to film some fake reactions for the final edit and give the girls fake tears to really sell how emotional everyone is. They give Simbal Alex's leather jacket so he can look even edgier.
Another long and painful take is done with these modifications.
He's on the fucking balcony now like some Disney villain lmao
Now that Sam has gained Simbal's trust by being nice to him and boosting his ego, he convinces Simbal to take a bad boy approach. Ben suggests that Simbal can wear a leather jacket, sunglasses, and grease up his hair. Simbal accepts this with open arms. I like what Sam and Ben did here. Give the Jeet a false sense of ego to make him comfortable about embarrassing stuff.
After this, Sam and Ben give the jeet a script for him to read for an upcoming scene. The script sounds like it was written by Xavier/Jan.
The scene starts. Simbal comes out dramatically and starts reading his cringe larping script in front of everyone. He sounds very gay and cringe lol. The script is like four pages on and goes on forever, adding to the cringe. The camera pans across the Fish to show their bored faces.
He finishes the script with "If candy should be my downfall, I hope it's sweet." There's literally no reaction from the Fish lmao, not a sound. They have the camera go around to film some fake reactions for the final edit and give the girls fake tears to really sell how emotional everyone is. They give Simbal Alex's leather jacket so he can look even edgier.
Another long and painful take is done with these modifications.
He's on the fucking balcony now like some Disney villain lmao
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Full Simbal speech:
What an auteur.
Source: (Google docs link)
Video here:
INT. DEN - EVENING
FADE OUT:
END
SIMBAL K.
Ah, the fleeting embrace of fame, a
spectral dance with shadows cast by the
digital pyre of social media. Here I
stand, an artist, once cloaked in the
obscurity of my craft, now thrust into
the blinding light of public adoration
and scrutiny—a modern-day Icarus, but
with a smartphone instead of wings.
The world, it seems, has become a stage,
and we, the unwitting actors, perform
our lives for an audience that grows
ever larger, more voracious. My art,
once a whisper in the quiet corners of
underground galleries, now reverberates
through the hollow chambers of the
internet, where every like, share, and
comment is a stroke on the canvas of my
existence.
Oh, the irony, the sheer, unadulterated
irony of it all. To be known, to be
seen, to be consumed by the very masses
one sought to enlighten or provoke. My
solitude, once a sanctuary, now a myth,
shattered by the incessant ping of
notifications, each a siren's call to
vanity or despair.
Social media, that labyrinthine beast,
where the Minotaur is not a creature of
myth but the collective ego of
humanity, feeds on the blood of
authenticity, leaving behind a husk of
curated perfection. And I, the fool,
dance at its center, sometimes seduced
by the siren song of popularity, other
times repelled by its shallowness.
To navigate this newfound fame is to
walk a tightrope over an abyss of
commodification. My every thought,
emotion, and creation is now currency
in the marketplace of attention. The
pressure to perform, to remain
relevant, to not just exist but to
be—it's a maelstrom that threatens to
erase the very essence one tries to
project.
But ah, the paradox! For in this era of
digital voyeurism, is it not also true
that in being watched, we watch
ourselves more closely? Perhaps, in the
reflection of a thousand screens, we
find not just our public selves but the
very marrow of our identity, distilled
through the filter of public opinion.
So, here I am, an artist in the age of
social media—a paradox, a contradiction,
a figure both larger than life and
infinitesimally small, caught in the
liminal space between authenticity and
artifice. To embrace this fame is to
embrace the void, to know that within
the echo chamber of likes and shares,
there lies both the greatest
affirmation and the most profound
critique of my art, my life, my being.
In this theater of the absurd, where the
line between performer and audience
blurs, I find myself questioning not
just the nature of fame, but the essence
of connection in a world where we are
more connected than ever, yet
profoundly alone. This, my friends, is
the modern condition, and I, like all
of you, am its reluctant, yet
enthralled, participant.
My name is Simbal, I’m just a person
like many other persons, a traveler
looking for a minstrel of truth in this
wonderful little nightmare. If in my
journey I stumble upon tribulation, I
ask loud and clear-
“What’s the fun without dysfunction?” My
current predicament brings me no peace,
and yet I find myself enthralled in
fighting a battle which to most would
seem insurmountable. The universe has
bestowed upon me what many would
consider a killing blow, but when faced
with the threat of this communal sword,
I can only smile and refuse to waver.
This is my story, and I would rather be
washed away in the sands of time than
capitulate to the pressures of
momentary thrills. If fame really is
fickle, why do we fight so hard to
achieve it?
But for as many grains of sand that
allow this ocean of life to wash them
away, there remain some that burrow
themselves deep into the earth,
unrelenting in their pursuit to remain
grounded. Know this; I will not falter.
I will not hide. And when the ocean
comes for me, I will remain steadfast -
should I drown in my attempt to surf,
look upon my endeavor fondly, and know
my last breaths were not spent
grimacing. For it’s the chase I’m
chasing.
Share this moment with me, we’re in
this together, yet so far apart. If
candy should be my downfall.. God, I
hope it’s sweet.
FADE OUT:
END
Source: (Google docs link)
Video here:
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Jet is such a gay bitch. Baby teeth havin ass.
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not on burtsplurt dot com fake news
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"What if I get kicked out and he stays? Then what? If I get kicked out then he has to go with me."
He's not even trying to frame it as an "I feel unsafe" issue now and I don't know what bargaining chip he thinks he has in this situation
This was 300% written by ChatGPT
Mizzy genuinely cried during both renditions of the speech, and now is discussing the depth of the piece. "Its like a poem"
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Or send the support an email. It would be funny.
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just teh huge areolas and darkness of it all
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I think they must've allowed them during the first season and then probably cracked down on them once things matured a bit. I'm sure people did botnet-like signups with single domains and probably a decent number of shit users used disposable email services.
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Proton works fine