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About Like

Ever since I was a very young child, folks from far and wide have offered me the same feedback. It’s uncanny. For they say to me, “yo dig this here Like: you 100% bot G.” Or, “yo on my momma Like: you a straight bot homie.” You see, these folks are indeed correct to label me as a bot; for my intelligence has been clinically tested to surpass the functionality of artificial intelligence. To be honest I’m literally miraculous. Seriously. For example, I recall a time when I was zero years old; I absolutely despised Doctor Seuss and I didn’t hide my profound displeasure whatsoever. I was like, hey ma hey ma, what the fuk is up with “green eggs”, as I simultaneously gestured quotation marks with my baby fingers and made a disgusted baby face as if to puke from the mere thought of green eggs. As you can see, I had tremendous moxy for a zero year old, and I have even more of it now. Fuk around and find out pal. Go ahead, make my day.