At first it's all fun and games, seducing strippers and winning illegal, high-stakes poker games, but after months of abusing your powers you realize that the nagging rash between your legs is the least of your worries. You have secreted so many pheromones that you can no longer control people and instead attract stray dogs, cats and skunks who hump your leg, rub their ass in your face and spray you lovingly respectively. The spectacle has scared off your stripper lovers, gotten you kicked out of high-stakes poker games and Animal Control has singled you out as the sole culprit of spreading what the media has affectionally nicknamed, "doggy herpes."
I wish I had a car so as not to take public transportation anymore.
You are, but life is less than peachy. People hate you out of jealousy, others brand you a narcissist who spends all day taking photos of himself. Then, one night one of these people spots you leaving a club and savagely beats you up in the street.
I wish I was as hot as people on social media. Loop!
You are, but quickly realize you can only live IN social media. Yip, you were sucked into the matrix and your neighbors are pornhub and xhamster. Sounds sweet, but the noise doesn't let you sleep... Ever.
The day you go back to work, they are implementing new glass panels to the building. A sheet of glass accidentally falls as you happen to walk below it and just as you look above, the glass cuts through your neck like a knife.
You don't listen to continuous stay at home orders and go to your local strip club. Your dancer, Destiny, rubs her boobies in your face after taking off her bra. Are you wearing a face mask? Of course not! Do you get COVID, typhoid and the Black Death! Of course you do!
You go over to tell your neighbor how annoying his dog is and find the door slightly ajar. You walk in to find the half eaten corpse of your neighbor. The dog walks into the hallway, nose to neck covered in blood, still chewing. Turns out your neighbor's dog is Cujo and it runs faster than you...
I wish DPD delivery people would actually stand back from the door and not pretty much hang through it right in your face when you go to answer the door.
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