Gil, The Shitposter Of Ages

I’m already me. why would I want to be anyone else?

seems a bit conceited to me, to want to be something you’re not. leave that to the actors and the actresses, just be yourself. its perfectly okay to be yourself and nothing else… after all, it just takes some time, little girl, you’re in the middle of the ride. everything, everything, is gonna be alright (alright). above all else, just never let them distract you from that time in nineteen ninety eight when the undertaker threw mankind off hell in a cell and plummeted sixteen feet into the announcers table.

you had my curiosity…

but now you have my erection attention.

would you kindly provide such sources, as to satisfy this curiosity?