I love this for him so much. Whenever I feel bad about my life I think “at least I’m not a 2am Grummz reply-guy who is also wealthy enough to be doing literally anything more meaningful for every minute for the rest of my life.”
I love this for him so much. Whenever I feel bad about my life I think “at least I’m not a 2am Grummz reply-guy who is also wealthy enough to be doing literally anything more meaningful for every minute for the rest of my life.”
It really is wild. The man could literally be doing anything but instead he's replying to weird shit on Twitter 87 times a day while in a ketamine fueled haze.
He literally has enough money to buy happiness: he can pay scientists to create a drug cocktail that will keep him blissfully zonked until the heat death of the universe. And yet.