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I hope no one here really believes that Kevin Smith actually invented the idea of sex-obsessed guys who smoke pot, play video games and read too many comics. This theory has much of my reality repositied as some Matrix-stylee simulacrum penned by Silent Bob. This is too horrible even for me to imagine, although it would explain all the self-indulgent ranting, adolescent toilet humor and unimaginative cinematography I confront on a daily basis.
If Ben IS a put-on, I have to say, he sure seems realistic enough to me (except for the masochism required to continue chronicling his adventures in the face of mockery and...uh...mockery); seriously, this all sounds like the doings of people I eventually lost touch with when I decided it'd be wise to, y'know, grow up. (Still working on it.) In all honesty, if you spend any amount of time in bars that cater to a mid-twenties, midwestern, heterosexual clientele? You WILL meet Ben, Steve, that other guy, AND his pocket pussy. They're all there. Waiting. I promise. So Ben, if you're actually a forty-year-old gay British man with a phd in psych or something -- bravo. I'm not sure what you've accomplished, but.... |
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