I’m gonna be your virtual friend. That you pay.
Because free friends just drink your wine and post horrid photos of you on social media.
April 17 – 7p.m.
We’re gonna make pasta dough from scratch together. Me in my kitchen and you drunk in your basement or whatever. LIVE!
A peak at what’s coming straight to your mailbox this month.
Super random secret drops of fun.
Being an adult is a never ending bog of responsibility, repetition and your mother telling you she doesn’t like your hair that way.”
Still have questions?
RIGHT ABOUT NOW YOU’RE THINKING:
HEY, YOU NINNY, I DON’T HAVE TIME FOR FUN.
Yes you do so stop arguing with me.
IS THE MYSTERY MAIL SOMETHING BIG, LIKE A MONKEY?
No. But it won’t jump around with your pants on its head either.
WILL I BE ABLE TO STOP SEEING MY THERAPIST?
No, you’re going to want to keep paying for their Tesla and keep up with your medications too. I’m providing fun, not therapy.
HONESTLY, I DON’T THINK I HAVE TIME FOR FUN.
Don’t worry, it’s not so much fun that it becomes a chore. It’s exactly the right amount of forced fun.
All you have to do is agree to it. I do the rest.
So what do you say?