Person to Person: Person of the Year
Hey, did you hear? We're Time's Person of the Year. And so are you. What the fuck, did the magazine get Oprah to choose the recipient? "And you get a Person of the Year. And you get a Person of the Year."
Well you know what, Time, thanks but no thanks. We don't need you to blow smoke up our ass. We know we're the shizz. Why just look at all the hits on our sitemeter. Look at our multitude of comments. Look at the all the money we make in ad revenue. Look at our ass being sued by by TMZ for copyright infringement. Look how we swayed the election single-handedly. Okay, well, none of the above actually applies to us. So we're a bit confused.
Well you know what, Time, thanks but no thanks. We don't need you to blow smoke up our ass. We know we're the shizz. Why just look at all the hits on our sitemeter. Look at our multitude of comments. Look at the all the money we make in ad revenue. Look at our ass being sued by by TMZ for copyright infringement. Look how we swayed the election single-handedly. Okay, well, none of the above actually applies to us. So we're a bit confused.
Sure, you love us now, (or the idea of us) but what about next year? Our fragile egos can't take being tossed aside like a wad of Kleenex. What have you really given us anyway? A shitty reflective cover? Listen, baby, how 'bout some cash money? A statue? Some sweet lovin'? Anything besides this dubious "honor" of being PotY. Hooray for us. We're kind of over it already.
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