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- cross-posted to:
- 4chan@lemmy.world
- greentext@lemmy.ml
be me
Heading out for a night on the town to court some ladies!
I donned my finest XXXL Dragon Ball Z Hawaiian shirt and my cleanest pair of cargo shorts and prepared to go a-wooing!
I wander into the local discothèque and find a good spot in a corner where I can hold court with some erudite women!
I start winking and beckoning to every potential waifu who walks by, but to no avail! I even tried shouting at them from across the room! Do they not realize that I’m wearing my lucky socks???
After about 20 minutes the bouncer tells me I have to leave, because people are complaining about the smell. Apparently my viril musk was overstimulating some of the patrons…
Disgusted, I wander home. It’s just as well, with so many damned lesbians evehwhere what hope does a gentlesir have of finding true love?
Shades of Ignatius J. Reilly
Unironically a gigachad
Eloquently critiques society
Refuses to be a cog in a machine
Has a unique style of dress, does not bow to whims of fashion
Is fawned over by a woman who travels across the continent to be with him, he considers her trifling and base.
Is acutely aware of his health, up to the point of recording it in his diary