“A day in the life of Marcus Mitchell“
”I know what I’ll do today, I could spend this day getting a job or contributing to society in some way but… nah that’s too much effort and I’ve got ocd beauts. Instead I’ll eat crisps on live and beg other hard working people for their cash. Then I’ll dash a coke bottle up the wall, snort some Persil and fake suicide, I’m in need of a new pair of mallets. It’s such a nice day outside, I could take a walk but instead I’ll laze in bed telling my mum she should fuck her dead mum because she told me to get off of my phone. I’m sad and miserable and I can’t think of a better way to become a good happy human than to out a dead man - we had gay sex - this helps my self esteem”
Id rather be a troll than live that pathetic lump’s life.