A Cobra Kino Classic was in my recommends today. It made me laugh a lot and it's a great instance of the unintentional comedy that is Josh's life.
Cobes is a little buzzed off fruity girldrinks and feeling himself so he decides to try to impress youtoob and Couch Chris with his dark gothickness. He gets out his CO2 pistol and says he's going to play Russian Roulette. The audience gasps. How can he gamble with his life like this? Because he's an edgy badass cowboy, that's why trole.
He assures us that it's a deadly weapon:
"This gun put a hole through the target on the wall. Literally. It almost hit the poster. Solid plastic. Now imagine what it would do to a fleshy head like mine."
He decides to risk it all on a coin flip and puts bullets in half the chambers, five out of ten. He closes the cylinder and starts spinning it while remarking to Couch Chris: "Hey Chris, how do you feel about Russian Roulette? Bwahaha!" Chris answers non-committedly without looking away from the television.
The climax is approaching; the suspense is building. Cobes is now holding a loaded bb gun and points it at his head. And he starts talking. And talking.
"What to do, what to do?..... *lipsmack*.... pondering, pondering... suicide or life..."
What's this? It looks like there's hesitation in the boy's eyes. Is it... can it be? Is Cobes
afraid? Is he hoping Couch Chris will step away from his Guitar Hero session and stop him from pulling the trigger? No trole, he just wants one last cigarette before he dies. He puts the gun down to light up a lolly.
All too soon the cigarette is done and he's back holding the gun to his head with a constipated look on his face. It seems like he doesn't actually want to go through with it -- he has chosen life, fuck suicide doot -- but after hamming it up with his mock Shakespearean monologuing he can't back out now or he'll look like a pussy. This is quite the gothic conundrum. Then he gets a brilliant idea: up the ante. That'll buy him some time to think of a way out. He decides to load the gun with even more bullets. This time there will only be ONE empty chamber. Okay... now what? Hmm.
Well, fuck. It looks like there's no way out. It's either pull the trigger or be called a pussy, and he's NOT a pussy he's straight for of-age pussy. The boy swivels in his seat a bit, fiddles with the gun, stares into space, starts rambling about Mozart. Nothing is working, skygod isn't coming down and saving him. He starts fiddling with the gun offscreen. We can't see what he's doing but it seems important. He sits up.
"NOW," Cobes says with a newfound confidence, "I'm going to finish my cigarette and PULL THE TRIGGER."
He checks the safety, notes that it's off, then points the gun at his head.
He grins a Jared Leto joker grin. "See you in Hell."
He pulls the trigger.
Nothing.
"Look at that! I survived! Awwww sucks to be you, doesn't it? Awwww poopy hahahaha!" His troles are rending their robes and gnashing their teeth.
It's at this point that Couch Chris pipes up, "Oh the gun's out of air by the way."
Some would say that there is a lesson buried in the barrel of that toy gun. That Cobes didn't need to put himself in this position in the first place by trying to act like an anime anti-hero, and that to put off the consequences of his actions for a temporary reprieve he made those consequences far worse by exchanging a 50% chance of certain death for a 90% chance. But we all know math is for faggots and suicide is badass. Cobes wins again, suck it.
As he says after finding out the gun was out of air the whole time, "Call it luck, call it a malfunction, I'll call it a test of fate."
A small sample of Josh being absolutely miserable after getting himself into yet another fine mess:
