Join Merle the Magnificent as he poofs his way through the hearts of whiny Portland artists. With magic!
Poof! Oh hey, hope I didn’t just scare you appearing out of a sudden cloud of smoke like I just did. I’d say it won’t happen again, but that would be a lie. Here, watch… I won’t surprise you again. Poof! Now I’m gone! Poof! Now I’m back! See, I can’t help myself. Forget that, though, I came to do a magic trick. Who’s ready???
Life is going good… Poof! Not any more! Your job…. Poof! GONE! Your savings account…. Poof! ZERO! Borrowing money from your family to file bankruptcy… .Poof! Not this time! Your wife….. Poof! Sleeping with your OLD BOSS! Your self respect…. Poof! ____ in 60 Seconds! Your ability to sleep at night… Poof! Gone! Friends buying you drinks… Poof! Support your own habit, you bum! Bus fare to get home… Poof! Spent it all on beef jerky! Too tired to walk…. Poof! Free ride to the drunk tank! Wake up the next morning… Poof! Begging for change downtown! Looking for someone to blame… Gathering with a large group of others that have been similarly victimized…. Feeling not alone for the first time in months… Finally going to do something… Not gonna leave until the system changes… All for one and one for all… After the first day of protesting, you wake up on a blanket someone let you use and…. POOF! POOF! PU-PU-PU-POOOOOOOOOOOOOFFFFF!!!!! EVERYONE IS GONE! They all went home to play tennis on their televisions, to watch Dexter, and to upload photos of themselves protesting onto Facebook! The cause? Poof! GONE!
GREAT JOB PORTLAND!!!!!!
Loading ...
for once I agree. Portland, nice job protesting the system. I can’t believe even BOISE IDAHO put you to shame. aside from that, you think Wall Street screwed your life up? was it Wall Street that made your stupid ass buy a bunch of shit you didn’t need, and using money you didn’t have to get it? was it Wall Street that convinced you, who needs to save money, because daddy needs new shoes, FOUR WHEEL DRIVE SUBARU FUCKING STATION WAGONS, skinny jeans, god damned lattes, everything your stupid fucking kid wants because of the stupid fucking television in order to convince yourself that you love them, and every other fucking vice that you have come to depend on to keep you from smothering your entire family with a pillow. Do I love Wall Street? Do I support the system? Do I think life is great? Of course I do, I’m fucking successful! and I will continue to be until YOU PEOPLE AS A GROUP get off your ASSES and DO SOMETHING ABOUT IT.