No one likes a complainer and no one likes you, Ziggy. You’re a pathetic excuse for a human being. I guess you have one redeeming quality. At least you don’t put a toupee on that bald head of yours. But you never go that extra step and actually figure out how to deal with life, Ziggy.
You’re a worthless waste of flesh and I wish they’d run a series where you hang yourself in your closet. There’s no point to your life. Do you think your pets need you, Ziggy? They take care of you and your sorry excuse for a life. Even your pets hate you, Ziggy.
Why don’t you go out and do something for once. All you do is complain about how your damn computer isn’t working. You know why your computer doesn’t work, Ziggy? You know why? Because you’re a fucking idiot. That’s why.
Your life is as joyless as it is pointless and you bring no light to my own. I can actually take care of myself, Ziggy. My computer actually works when I turn it on, Ziggy. Either get a hold of yourself or just end it. I’d prefer if you were a meth addled tweaker. At least you’d have an excuse. At least then you’d have an ounce of fucking motivation to actually do something. Why don’t you go fuck Jon Arbuckle? Go have a love affair with Jon. End it in a murder suicide and do the world some good for a change.
Get it together, Ziggy.
I’m glad I got that off my chest.
* This post originally appeared 9 years ago on epinions.com. It was a product review for some Ziggy related piece of merchandise. It made me 22 cents.
