For credibility: I hold a major in Shitpostology, certified by a guy at the local bridge. Hes won 300 running weekly hobo knife fights. I have saved over 4000 memes to my phone, most of which are outdated and unfunny. I spend 4 hours a day on discord and Lemmy, whom I love. I come to you as not-sus as can be, and am definetly not the imposter. All this to give credence to myself but please do not let this extensive and bombastic speech distract you from the fact that in 1998, The Undertaker threw Mankind off Hell In A Cell, and plummeted 16 ft through an announcer’s table.
Ask me anything, and I will proceed to ignore it.
I mean I’d definetly hire a local mariachi and make it a party. It’d be the first party I’ve ever been invited to.
I’m going to add a clause to my will that a “reverse quinceañera” party must be held 15 years after my death to celebrate my passage from meat person to skeleton person.
Spooky scary spooky scary spooky scary