Dating in 2024, the year of our lord, is dogshit. Bruh, I'm sorry. All these fucking dating apps? Fucking dogshit. I don't give a fuck if you're on Tinder, if you're on Badoo, if you're on POF, if you're on Hinge. Give a fuck if you're using Tiami or Grindr. You could be using... You could be using... You could be using motherfucking Lucky Match, *****. I don't give a fuck what you're using. If you're not a fucking clouded, ubered up, fucking super Chad, if you're not the fucking CEO of Sony, Apple, and Microsoft, you got an 8-inch fucking dick, you got 8-packs, you got fucking 8-fingers, everything, it's not fucking happening, dog. It's not fucking happening. You're gonna be left on read by fat single mothers from now to the end of fucking time, *****. Social skills are fucking dead. No one can carry a fucking conversation... ...in this fucking backwards, batshit, fucked-ass era. That shit, that Tinder bullshit is fucking thotted and swatted and botted. You're not getting anything on that motherfucker. I done gotten more invitations from escorts on Tinder than I have from actual real people. And, you know, at this point, with all the AI girlfriends and shit, I'm about to just let... I'm about to just give one of these fucking Tinder bots a chance, bro. I am fucking dying of loneliness. I am so fucking lonely, I consider getting a prostitute and halfway through ordering one of the escort services via the app, *****, I realize halfway through that all I actually want is a fucking hug, *****. I just want a fucking hug from someone who likes me. Is that fucking... What the fuck year is it? I feel like I had better luck in fucking middle school. I got more numbers and hugs and kisses and shit in fucking sixth grade. *****, this shit's ridiculous. I'm becoming an incel. What the fuck?