Gilly Soose, We Miss You.
YOUR FAT
Anyway, I'm thinking I should be famous. Why not? Being famous is fun. People hold car doors open for you. They recognize you. They like you. And most of all, they don't throw pineapples at your window at 1:00 demanding that you stop procrastinating and GIVE THEM THEIR FREAKING WINDSHIELD BACK. That's just such a pain in the astronaut. But how to become famous is the question, all the time. I hear "How do I become famous?" all the time. And all the time, I'm hearing "How do I become famous?". And lots of times, when I hear "How do I become famous?", I think to myself "Wow, I hear that all the time." But you get the point. Anyway, one way to do it is to just make up a bunch of quotes that'll be quoted worldwide and everyone will love you.
"I don't have a problem with authority. Authority has a problem with me." Maybe. Too dramatic, probably.
"ALL YOUR FROZEN DINNERS BELONG TO US." It worked for Michael Jackson!
"YOUR MOM." Really, where did that come from? It's so stoopied.
"Deck the halls with balls of Hahli, fa la la la la, la la la la." No...just...no.
So maybe that's not the best way to become famous.
Perhaps you could be involved in a shocking scandal with an already-famous person.
"They did WHAT?!"
"That's right, they bought a new microwave!"
"Oh that did NOT just happen!"
"Oh yes it did!"
"..."
"..."
"I'm not having this conversation."
Maybe that won't work either.
The only proven way is to become famous for committing a crime, then rising to stardom after that, getting in the tabloids, but becoming a national hero among a small cultlike group of pudgy and short followers, then using that fame to get in a movie, launching a successful acting career, being happy, then beginning a slow decline into drugs, then rehab, then ending up alone and broke singing show tunes in an alleyway.
Y'know what, I'll stick to just being Exo.
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