SLAVES LIVING IN FILTH BY CHOICE

Yeah, you think I can fuck something with a belly hanging over it? The answer is no. And I’m no exception — I was on a speaking tour for nearly a month and, well, fuck. I never once meal prepped.

So guess what? If my plan is to at least watch you squirm, you’re going to start being programmed to like exercise and health food. You have no choice. And if your bedroom is filthy, you’re cleaning it up, making sure you smell okay, and keeping your clothes folded. I know an MD and an attorney who both live in hell holes by choice. Neither of you should be living in such squalor. One of you has cobwebs hanging down from the window pane as I’m on Zoom with you. How can I get my pussy wet looking at spider webs? I can’t.

The other lives in a run-down pool house of his two-million-dollar home in Westwood because his wife can’t stand looking at him. It smells like mold and looks like an 80s porn set gone wrong. Both of you are on timeouts until I get invited over to check the physical location. If you’re living in filth, it clings to your clothing, it clings to your energy field. Make sure your living quarters are clean and organized.

We will go into healthy eating and lifestyle choices tomorrow since clearly I need to keep you alive for my own amusement for the time being. And how am I going to find your dick under your gut? Come on. If I work out, you work out. If I lose 10 lbs by September, you lose 10 lbs by September. This is our symbiotic relationship, slave.