drunk puppies sits around his target brand computer desk looking at his family celebrating his birthday for him, eating his cake, putting little styrofoam graves in the front yard. he wishes he could leave, he wishes he could run way to california and be with the mentally challeneged girl of his dreams. instead he repeatedly throws insults at other 40 yer olds to waste his noring obligatory free time. he reads a post by one of the last great posters left on the forum, a striking young blonde man by the name of garfield, it explains how even though drunkpuppies was being "funny" and mean to these other 40 year old posters (and plugdrugs) he was sloly becoming one of them, their community was slowly engulfing his. he is pat the point of no return