A reasonably decent HE parody piece, posted earlier today by Seasonal Aflac Disorder:
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“Well, what was your latest ‘preneur’”
“She threw up in her mask. Now cut the bullshit, please. Just say it. She threw up in her mask.”
“Don’t be vulgar, Jean. Let us be crooked, but never common.”
“Now, very simply, is he there or is he not fucking there?”
“I’m Shiva, the god of death.”
“There’s nothing like a love song to give you a good laugh.”
“”You don’t understand. There’s nothing…there’s nothing there. There’s nothing there.”
“You’re greedy, unfeeling, inept, indifferent, self-inflating and unconscionably profitable. Besides that, I have nothing against you. I’m sure you play a helluva game of golf.”
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