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Singapore is a country with an extreme authoritarian government, a place where people still get lashes for chewing gum in public. Sounds dreamy!
Twitter is Bob’s equivalent of the drunk’s bar stool. Literally weeks of his life are spent fantasizing out loud to groups of strangers about adolescent endeavors and how everything would be so much better — in games, in movies, in geopolitical matters— if everyone just listened to Bob.
No one cares. Nothing changes. Bob remains on Twitter, in his basement, his gut straining to capacity with Mountain Dew chicken and super-sized McDonald’s meals.
Bob doesn’t realize that, if you are a man who is unattractive, morbidly obese and obsessed with little boy topics, you have to bring some money and/or prestige into the equation if you want a woman to be near you voluntarily. Otherwise you’ll always be the creepy uncle who lives in a basement alone, unloved and unwanted. The fact is that Bob can’t moderate his sperging about Marvel movies and games long enough to do what other men do. While other men are bettering themselves, improving their income and standing in life, he’s stuck at age 10.
Such pronounced arrested development is something we’re used to seeing as observers of lolcows in their natural habitat. But it’s not normal. What happened to Bob?
