Episode 7 - Cyber-Punk Santa

The submarine is the B plot. Now there’s two dogs. Whatever symbol is the bad one now. I live in the prelims. It’s no B*bydickin, but you know. 4756. Then he is ready to lock in & get this credit. That is a very Cyber-Punk Santa thing to do. CBBA. It’s Ye not Ye. I need a baller ass shirt for this inauguration dinner. They got all the riff raff out, including me. I can’t believe it’s not shirt. I give my local homeless money. The Chinese allegedly took my taste and smell. What a maniac, what is he running from. You don’t gotta call me dad, call me Tony. Thus far you’ve had nothing to do, zero job, and nothings been happening. You bunch of bigots & racists. He’s on the phone with china, he’s gunna lose his mind. I like the aesthetic. I’m going to be writing messages in blood by the time you get this up. I’m like a monk, kinda. RIP twisted tea guy. I’m obviously a trust fund baby.