- Joined
- Jun 19, 2019
I really can't agree with Lou's claim that he "failed" his cat, as that would imply he even tried to help in the first fucking place. It goes without saying but if someone has an animal, any animal, then having spare cash saved somewhere pre-emptively in case of an emergency vet visit is an obvious must. I've known people on limited-income disability tugboats who will keep money in their goddamn wall in the off chance their dog gets an abscess, because even broke-ass schizos are capable of understanding that their pet is reliant on them for help if they get sick.
What you don't do is sit on heaps of sellable electronics while twiddling your fat thumbs and going "well I haven't seen a vet yet but Dr. Google says I'll have to pay $400 per visit, so I'm waiting for my donos to foot the cost of my neglect". And then you definitely don't decide to celebrate the death of your beloved pet, who relied on you for aid (not your followers, not your friends, fucking you, Lou), with a trip to Walmart to you cheer yourself up with some gold-plated airpods, the latest iphone, three 2-litres of Fanta, and five bags of Doritos.
My only consolidating thought in all of this is he's going to go out the same way as his poor cat one day. Lou's only legacy will be ending up as someone else's fiscal boon, with his family and the hazmat team divvying up the electronic assets he hoarded to pay for cleanup after he rots away in agony from the 'beetus.
Hats are welcome by the way, I'm real fucking mad at this sapient shitberg.
What you don't do is sit on heaps of sellable electronics while twiddling your fat thumbs and going "well I haven't seen a vet yet but Dr. Google says I'll have to pay $400 per visit, so I'm waiting for my donos to foot the cost of my neglect". And then you definitely don't decide to celebrate the death of your beloved pet, who relied on you for aid (not your followers, not your friends, fucking you, Lou), with a trip to Walmart to you cheer yourself up with some gold-plated airpods, the latest iphone, three 2-litres of Fanta, and five bags of Doritos.
My only consolidating thought in all of this is he's going to go out the same way as his poor cat one day. Lou's only legacy will be ending up as someone else's fiscal boon, with his family and the hazmat team divvying up the electronic assets he hoarded to pay for cleanup after he rots away in agony from the 'beetus.
Hats are welcome by the way, I'm real fucking mad at this sapient shitberg.