Buying drugs, Picking up an Asian Foid, Having sex on the beach, Getting robbed, Dine & dashing, Antagonizing strippers, Getting kicked out of Da Club... Classic Miami
Reading WBE gives me this unusual feeling of muted, distant grief. Like finding out a high school teacher you liked died. There's nothing quite like it
this is why I like reading WBE. Loads of self glorification, yet the story doesn't show an exceptional Don Juan. It's relatable-ness of a fleeting romance, the sine wave of expectations and sexual energy. When he abandons the date post bill, scorning his tragic philandering flaw, I fucking laughed. Rather be with the boys. It's like wrapping yourself up in your own narrative that everything feels like high stakes, and I guess I was laughing at myself.
The girl actually texting him back and him missing it was the cherry on top.
I like how the stories are so shitty that you know they must be true. He's like the retarded guy at the bar who doesn't know that you're supposed to make up interesting shit in your stories and starts telling factual accounts of his gay life
you really are only capable of writing one type of story huh? all that hype about doing something bad and it's just... dining and dashing? weak, shit's getting old goddamn
My high school insecurities came back when someone from Substack messaged me that WBE was in some kind of trouble. I was like fuck, I wish I was even half as likeable and popular as this guy. No wonder he bangs so many Southeast Asian chics.
Reading WBE gives me this unusual feeling of muted, distant grief. Like finding out a high school teacher you liked died. There's nothing quite like it
This is perfectly put.
this is why I like reading WBE. Loads of self glorification, yet the story doesn't show an exceptional Don Juan. It's relatable-ness of a fleeting romance, the sine wave of expectations and sexual energy. When he abandons the date post bill, scorning his tragic philandering flaw, I fucking laughed. Rather be with the boys. It's like wrapping yourself up in your own narrative that everything feels like high stakes, and I guess I was laughing at myself.
The girl actually texting him back and him missing it was the cherry on top.
WBE is the modern embodiment of the 19th century Russian literary trope of the "superfluous man." Truly a Hero of Our Time.
Moral of the story is doing cocaine with your friends will always be cool and fun
You have a normal and fun life, why do you try to paint it as 'I'm so fucked up someone kill me'
I stand corrected, congratulations, you’ve reached a new low.
I don't think he's at rock bottom yet, there's still room to dig. He's not gonna survive the East coast.
No way this is worse than gay sex farm
Why would anyone want to hurt such a sensitive young man...
I like how the stories are so shitty that you know they must be true. He's like the retarded guy at the bar who doesn't know that you're supposed to make up interesting shit in your stories and starts telling factual accounts of his gay life
Are you ok WBE. Someone told me you were in danger. Also, have you watched Code Geass?
it made for a hilarious ending dude, had me jumping around my bathroom in hysterics
you really are only capable of writing one type of story huh? all that hype about doing something bad and it's just... dining and dashing? weak, shit's getting old goddamn
I could tell you were a jew. you will never be white. just a sad doppleganger.
lol I know exactly what cafe youre talking about in wpb
Wow did not see that coming in the end (the blocked text)
What a plot twist
Just comes to prove us guys are very basic and primary 😂
the NGE is back
My high school insecurities came back when someone from Substack messaged me that WBE was in some kind of trouble. I was like fuck, I wish I was even half as likeable and popular as this guy. No wonder he bangs so many Southeast Asian chics.