Meet Arnold Arnold is a complete *******, why? Well you see Arnold is into sociology. This means he thinks he knows a lot about people when in actuality he has no clue what he's talking about. When Arnold talks to people he tends to come off as a pretentious ****** bag, but in actuality Arnold only wants to be loved by a woman. Or a men. Or a cat. Our story begins with Arnold doing what he does best; unintenially trolling people on the internet. His typical form of trolling is sharing his views as to why society ****ing sucks. In actuality he is describing his sub conciseness but does not realize it because as said before he is a pretentious ****** bag. Suddenly, Arnold get's a knock on his door, the first knock on his door in years (what with being a pretentious ****** bag and all) . But who could it be? Next post decides who or what it is.
SUDDENLY! A jar of marmalade appears at the front door of Arnold. "What the ****ing **** are you supposed to be?" "Why I'm a jar of marmalade, and I'm here to rid you of your douchbaggery ways Arnold Scott" This sight of a talking jar of marmalade astonished and frightened Arnold. But then Arnold realized that marmalade could be used as a great lubricant. And lubricant is used for sex. And sex is a result of two people being intimate with eachother. And intimacy comes from being social. And if there's anybody who's good at sociology then it's Arnold Scott (or at least he thinks so, remember he IS a pretentious ****** bag). So Arnold tackled that jar of Marmalade with all of his might and ripped off the lid of that marmalade man."WHAT ARE YOU DOING YOU CRAZY ****!? I'M TRYING TO HELP YOU!",but Arnold wouldn't listen; he was far to absorbed in the immense pleasures that came with tearing that lid off, the pleasure was enough to make any man go crazy. But suddenly Arnold's cellphone rang. Who could it possibly be? Nobody has called Arnold in years. Next post decides who's on the phone
