The Nightman Cometh LIVE and Flipper Von clappmonster
This guy was one of the worst.
Worse than th woman that had to have Lord of the Rings translated to her in real time, worse than stinkfuck, even worse than the old Filipino lady that gasped audibly when Benjamin button went from c.g.i. Brad Pitt to a young boy actor.
This fuck. This fuck among an entire Masonic Center full of fratty, drunk, attention seeking professional beer pongers.
This dweeb needed attention. Starting with the full-on gutter punk regalia, to the insanely enthusiastic greeting this asshole was ready to go. He was a humming bird that had found the elusive bacon fat blossom. Short and fat, with enough energy to be a one man fuckfest.
The fine people of Its Always Sunny in Philadelphia gave us a sneak peak at their new Christmas special. Before the first joke or gag had a chance, the human psychotic fuck dolphin started in. The loudest loneliest most inappropriate laugh ever heard. I say lonely and inappropriate because NOBODY ELSE WAS LAUGHING. There hadn't been a laugh out loud moment yet.
From time to time my curse is lifted or I'm just given a little respite or leniency by whatever crazy old gypsy laid down the funk. Tonight the curse was merely transferred to my poor wife. She was right next to him. She had her fingers jammed in her ears for most of the night.
After the quite moments had passed and no more attention could be acquired though freaky porpoise laughs, he moved to the fucking thunder clap. I didn't know that physics would allow for such fat little hands to make so much motherfucking noise. This tiny, chubby handed little punk munchkin clapped like he was trying to get a little stigmata going. Like he could force it if he clapped hard enough.
I feel like some guys force the loud clap as a weird over compensation for obvious shortcomings. Like the way too hard hand shake.
I get it.
You're insecure.
Shake like a mortal and clap like a gentlemen.
Thank you.
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