I can make a box of spaghetti last four days.

UPDATED SOMEONE SENT THIS TO ME IN A EMAIL I DONT UNDERSTAND WHAT IT MEANS LOL SERIOUSLY.

Title: “The Couch Potato’s Wrath”

In a dimly lit living room, the air thick with the scent of salty snacks, sits Harold, a portly middle-aged man. His stained T-shirt clings to his ample belly, which spills over the waistband of his sweatpants. The TV screen flickers, casting an eerie glow on his face—a canvas of frustration and indignation.

Harold’s eyes squint as he glares at the television, his bushy eyebrows furrowing like storm clouds. His double chin quivers with rage, and his jowls tremble as he clenches his fists. The remote control, sticky from countless chip-dusted fingers, rests precariously on his belly.

The TV itself is an old relic, its plastic casing yellowed with age. The screen displays a sensationalist news channel, its logo emblazoned with the words “WOKE MEDIA!” in bold red letters. The anchor’s voice drones on, fueling Harold’s ire.

Around him, the evidence of his snacking spree is scattered—a half-empty bag of cheese puffs, a bowl of nachos, and a precarious tower of crumpled chip bags. The crumbs cling to his chest hair like stubborn barnacles.

Harold’s arm shoots up, fingers trembling, and he shakes his fist at the screen. His voice, gravelly and strained, echoes through the room: “Enough is enough! These woke narratives are ruining everything!”

And so, in the glow of the TV, Harold wages his one-man battle against the world, fueled by anger, cholesterol, and a stubborn refusal to change the channel.

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