It ain’t worth it no more. I’m done with it. Done with it all. It’s too much trouble. Too much hazard involved. Too much time wasted. I could be doing a host of other really important things, and instead I do this shit, all the time, like Eddie, except without the partying. So, today, I kill that shit. That shit I call downloading.
I’m tired of piracy. It just ain’t no more fun. I should just win a million dollars and get this shit over with. Get a house, a wife, a dog, some decent clothes, a brand new car, a fuckin’ life. Yep. That’s all I need, just to win a million dollars. That shouldn’t be so hard. Then I wouldn’t have to download shit anymore.
Downloading makes me feel dirty, at least when I do a lot of it. I feel guilty, then I think about donating a sock, or a pair of used underwear to charity. Then I go a couple of days without downloading and I get piracy withdrawal. That’s when you find yourself downloading shit you have no business downloading, like country music, or a torrent of last week’s 7th Heaven, or some crazy ass horse-goat porn. Weird type bullshit.
I’m personally tired of hunting down sites to download shit from and having that shit go offline or full exclusive or some other flimsy shit. You spend half the year finding shit, and the other half downloading. And the shit starts all over again when the new year begins. I’m sick of it. And it ain’t nobody’s fault but my own. If I was a real man, I wouldn’t be spending hours downloading shit I could just go out and pay for. If I wasn’t such a broke bastard.
I guess that’s one thing I’ve learned since being a man: you ain’t really a man unless you’re making money like a man. If you’re always broke, and can’t take a chick out for anything over 50 or 60 dollars, and your car is a piece of crap you wish you didn’t have to be seen driving, then you ain’t a man. You can be old as fuck, but if you’re broke as fuck, you ain’t a man. Real men don’t respect you. Women don’t respect you. Your friends don’t respect you. And your family definitely don’t respect you. You’re officially a joke. If you’re over the age of 24 and you’re still making Red Lobster money, you’re a joke. The world don’t love your ass.
Because real men have real jobs, jobs where people don’t look at you funny when you tell them what you do for a living. The only exceptions are garbage dudes and other brothers with shitty ass jobs that pay big time money and give out them city benefits. Otherwise, you’re a joke. And you’re a fuckin’ joke if you download shit on a regular basis and claim to be a man. Because real men don’t download. They rape, beat, kill, and steal (in the real world sense), but they don’t download shit.
That’s why you always have dudes playing that real world bootlegging shit up in forums. They want you to believe the only reason they download shit is so they can sell that shit on the corner and make real world money. These beyotches need to fess up and admit they’re hunting down that Britney Spears and Ashanti bullshit because, well, they really like them some Britney and Ashanti. These people need to admit that they’re pussy just like all the rest of us downloading bastards.
You smell it. You know the deal.
Just admit it, pussy.