Unemployed Pig Man makes demands

[Clint Ruin]

he was “that kid” that was too old to be trick or treating

I trick or treated at sixteen, but I was high as fuck and brought along the runaway I was banging

 

[EraGodless]

Don't forget than he and Niki went to disneyworld. As middle-aged adults, without children. Rick's bizarre love of going places meant for children is fucking weird. Best case scenario, it shows a frighteningly severe case of arrested development. And that checks out with his sassy Twitter talk, trying to ape the lingo of zoomers and tiktokers. He's emotionally still completely a child.

He thinks he's a young millenial- in shape and fit as well. He's fucking beyond delusional. Sad!

 

[Meownaw]

I hope they tear down that shithole to make a chik fil a.

 

[Torque’sHeadBump]

they want to shut down society and think “lives are more important than the economy” because they are such great humanitarians.

obviously the economy is our lives, where do they think the money comes from to run hospitals and pay nurses? Fucking idiots

not to mention unemployed people kill themselves, often outright or by the consequences of being dead broke.

the economic devastation these fucking idiots have wrought to virtue signal will kill far more people than the fat person flu ever can. 100s of millions in shit countries have been pushed into famine.

it’s beyond comprehension when you think about it, history will judge this period very very badly, and people will all pretend they were against the hysteria when they aren’t.

that’s my Joe Cumia rant for the day

Car crash because it doesn’t have the CAPS or rambling element of a typical Joseph Cumia post. Content is too intelligent to be cow’s thoughts.

 

[Stent]

Nooooo! Not my dumbed down, out of date exhibits! Where else can I see a comical 1950s representation of snow chinks?

 

[DrSteveCarlisi]

This sack of shit didn't give a dime when his favorite local place BURNED TO THE GROUND leaving every staff member unemployed overnight. He's the ultimate slacktivist: "Here's a problem. YOU take care of it. I already did the truly hard work of retweeting..."

 

[IGotATreeOnMyHouse85]

This sack of shit didn't give a dime when his favorite local place BURNED TO THE GROUND leaving every staff member unemployed overnight. He's the ultimate slacktivist: "Here's a problem. YOU take care of it. I already did the truly hard work of retweeting..."

Did he even shared the go fund me link for the bar? We know he cried and made them return donations making fun of him.

 

[MunchausenByProxy]

This sack of shit didn't give a dime when his favorite local place BURNED TO THE GROUND leaving every staff member unemployed overnight. He's the ultimate slacktivist: "Here's a problem. YOU take care of it. I already did the truly hard work of retweeting..."

When some pests actually donated money to the GoFundMe under goofy names. Patrick demanded they give the money back. And they fucking listened!

 

[AntSucks]

I trick or treated at sixteen, but I was high as fuck and brought along the runaway I was banging

Huckleberry Finn or Nigger Jim?

 

[IGotATreeOnMyHouse85]

When some pests actually donated money to the GoFundMe under goofy names. Patrick demanded they give the money back. And they fucking listened!

That still doesn’t make sense to me, it’s like they know he’s some crazy retard and will make their lives hell (well, more so) if they don’t listen to his oinks. He is the ultimate Karen and the managers just give him what he wants so he doesn’t have an “episode” in front of the customers.

 

[TorqueWheeler]

Is this one of his Anica stalk spots?

 

[Easily_Remembered]

Is this one of his Anica stalk spots?

It is. She fucked up by posting about the dinosaur exhibit, and Patrick threw aside the blanket and put on a pair of ill fitting pants and sped over in his V-6.

She has since become a shut in who only posts on Twitch.

 

[stealthygeek]

Do you think he sets up shop on a random bench or does he occupy an entire table at the food court?

 

[TomFromNawlins]

Do you think he sets up shop on a random bench or does he occupy an entire table at the food court?

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Of course he waited for free admission days. Maybe if people like him paid for admission the museum would be in better shape.

 

[Phish]

Of course he waited for free admission days. Maybe if people like him paid for admission the museum would be in better shape.

Exactly. Loves it so much yet never contributes anything to it. Fucking lummox.

 

[CarolMaxheinie]

You became a volunteer at that museum in 2019 after your last kid graduated high school. Empty nest living wasn’t for you and you decided to give back to your community. Today, like most weeks, your shift involves standing at the museum’s entrance on Free Admission.Thursday. You know what’s coming nexxxxttttt. The routine doesn’t change., You call your friends over, scantly whispering “he’s here! Psst, here he comes!”.

Stifling a giggle, you open the door to the balding, chubby middle aged loner who only darkens the door of his “favorite” museum when he can get in for free. He’s well known there for all the wrong reasons, and everyone on staff is hyper aware of his mannerisms and habits.

He’s wearing his usual too-tight slogan t-shirt that obviously came from Goodwill - today’s has some faded Star Wars emblem - and toting an obsolete knock off laptop. The fat man always hauls around extra equipment in a desperste attempt to appear urbane and engaged, hoping someone will ask him what he’s doing so he can pose as an important cultural figure. He finds a heavily trafficked spot and splays out his computer equipment oblivious to how much he hinders foot traffic. Security has tried to address it but, in their words, “he threw a hissy fit and we decided to let the poor soul be”. The consensus opinion is that the fat man is retarded. On more than one occasion he had to leave his post early after soiling himself.

In the three years that you’ve colunteered at this post, you’ve never seen anyone initiate conversations with him. People talk to him, but only because he sits and waits for other patrons to make eye contact before he swoops in and tries to derail their day out with some constructed story about how he is “an online firebrand”, a “bestselling author”, and “too smart for colleges to handle”. He makes everyone uncomfortable, sure, but in today’s litigious society it’s an unspoken truth that the best approach is hands-off for now.

You don’t exactly feel sorry for the insufferably rude and pathetic figure, yet there is a tinge of pity for the fat man in the too-tight t-shirt: he is clearly deep in the throes of mental illness. Unloved, unrecognized, and unimportant enough for anyone to care about, he comes here to “be somebody” in his own diseased mind for a day.

You also know what is inevitably true. You’ve lived a life, you’ve seen this before: some Thursday when admission is free, the fat man won’t come. You look forward to that day because the museum will be more peaceful, more comfortable for families seeking to discover its riches. You also dread it because it means the fat man, the man no one loves, finally looked in the mirror and realized that the only way out of his hell is to take his own life. Although nothing valuable or important will be lost, you’re still a bit sad for the fat man, the one in the too-tight t-shirt.