>be netflix bob
>netflix jim is there too
>hey jim whats up
>not much we just got a ton of funding
>from who?
>jim says he doesnt know bit all we have to do is air this weird tv show and mystery guy will donate 32.8 million to our company
>whythefucknot.jpg
>dont read anything in the contract just that ill be getting the payout.
>run it
>its racist
>its blatantly racist
>against white people the 56%
>people are freaking out
>tom set his trashcan on fire
>tfw i dont know tom
>i walk by jims Office
>j-jim a-are you ok?
>hes sitting on the floor up against his desk with a bottle of teqila with a revolver in his hand
>i can still see the glint off of the chrome of his 38. In the light.
>my heart was beating fast and i felt cold sweats
>it all felt slow and surreal
>jim said "tell my wife..."
>*sniff*
>"tell my wife our insurance doesnt cover suicide"
>he raised it to his head as i stood frozen
>*bang*
>i think about it everyday
>i cant get over the feeling of the bloody mist splashing against me.
>how the air felt
>how i couldve done it differently
>im sorry jim. Im sorry
Netflix bob was found hung in his shower. He never did get over it but we like to think that he feels better now and is at peace.
