Hey Timmy I used to beat you up at PS 87 and still can. Don't talk to me about being online, I've forgotten more internet than you'll ever know. I'm always online and making waves. You're just perma-cursed. Go cry about it in your hospice icebox 😂😂 Aye more fans
Spite Hospice's 3 AM Icebox PSA
Imagine my delight when, bleary-eyed and cortisol-soaked, I answered that midnight call only to hear the robotic purr of the hospice receptionist: 'Check the icebox.' My heart raced—I thought they’d finally developed a cure for my terminal case of being perpetually online. Alas, it was just another TUE (tragedy of unsolicited enthusiasm). But hey, at least now I know where …