He should put some of that negative energy into a more worthwhile pursuit.
Hey, he could even try crying and screaming real loud, stamping his feet and maybe even holding his breath 'til his face goes red and his voice goes all scratchy.
Oh! He should write a strongly worded letter to Breadman and put his emotions into words. I can see it now...
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"Dear Mr. Breadman,
You make me sad because I want so see nakey Brenda... oh wait that was last update... I wanna see nakey Leslie getting rammed by peenies and this makes me angry, but i think the anger hides the sadness and excitement in my lil' old sweet heart and it just isn't fair because I never get what I want and Billy next door, he got a girlfriend AND a PS5 this year and I see them through his window and it just makes me so mad! I could write another letter to him but first I need to finish my letter to you, mr. Breadman or should I say disappointment man. Furthermore I am a bellend and my impotent rage is just another outlet for my frustrations of having a teeny willy and my goddamn neighbour Billy being hung like a Perinese Auroch (famous for incredibly large willies, but don't bother trying to google it, haha! just imagine a really big willy).
Anyway, I am mad and you are a bad man mr Breadman. you made me horny then made me sad.
With sweetly festering hatred,
SirVexBroozer"
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I appreciate your letter. And inspired by the images you included therein, I chose to ask ChatGPT to compose your letter as if the great Edgar Allan Poe penned a poem to express his dismay:
"Ah, dear Mr. Breadman, dost thou now take part
In weaving shadows 'round my sorrowed heart?
For once, I sought, with fevered eye, to see
The fair Leslie in unguarded ecstasy.
But now, the flame of anger doth arise,
A veil to cloak the tears behind mine eyes.
What wretched fate, what twisted, foul despair
To stoke my longings, only to impair!
The neighbor Billy—oh, that cursed youth,
With PS5 and love—his brazen truth
Displayed within the window's mocking glare,
Whilst I, denied, remain in stifled prayer.
The goddess laughs upon my small estate,
For fortune scorns my every wish of late.
Ah, Breadman! Nay, Disappointment's name
Shalt thou henceforth bear, with grief and shame!
My impotent rage, alas, is but a cry
Of deep frustrations pent beneath the sky.
And Billy—hung as ancient beasts of yore—
Doth taunt me with his stature all the more.
Yet, let it be known, in spite and pain,
I curse thee for thy cruel, lascivious game.
To stoke my lust, then leave me so bereft,
Is agony, with neither joy nor jest.
With hatred sweet, festering and profound,
I sign my name upon this cursed ground.
In poisoned love, and bitter rue,
SirVexBroozer bids thee dark adieu."
Sometimes, ChatGPT has its uses.
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