Now, I know I'm just mad at Everett because it happens to be the setting of my recent traumatic full-body Sheening. So please forgive me—I know it's not Everett's fault. BUT SERIOUSLY, EVERETT, OH MY GOD. Every business in Everett is either a bail bondsman or a Dairy Queen. Or a rape alley. Every moment spent in Everett feels like you're in an episode of The First 48. I texted my friend about this and he wrote back: "Yup, the most depressing thing I've ever seen was in Everett. It was an 11-year-old girl practicing stripper moves on a pole holding up the canopy of a bail bond office." REALLY? HOW LONG AGO WAS THAT BECAUSE I HEAR UNCLE CHARLIE IS IN THE MARKET FOR A NEW "GODDESS."
Oh, you mean I can sit in a room and have a delusional drug-addict blowhard yell in my face for two hours about all the excuses for why his asshole boss fired him? DUDE, THAT'S CALLED A FAMILY REUNION.
Uncle Charlie, these people are not your fans. They are laughing at you. Also, you are terrible. Please stop talking and go take a nap. You're scaring the dog.
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