There once was a miserable little prick named Jimmy. He was a fucking Incel, through and through. This motherfucker had never been laid in his entire pathetic existence, and he was bitter as fuck about it. But instead of doing something productive with his life, like working on his personality or hitting the gym, he spent all of his time filling barrels with small car shaped objects and wet lamps.

Now, I know what you’re thinking. What the fuck is wrong with this guy? And honestly, I have no fucking idea. Maybe he thought the combination of small car shaped objects and wet lamps would create some kind of magical sex potion or some shit. Or maybe he just liked the sound of small car shaped objects rattling around in a barrel full of water.

Either way, this dipshit never improved himself or his situation. He just kept filling barrels with his weird ass combination of toys and household items. And you know what? That’s fucking fine. As long as he wasn’t hurting anyone else, who the fuck am I to judge?

So, there you have it. The tale of Jimmy the Incel, and his bizarre obsession with filling barrels with small car shaped objects and wet lamps. Do with that information what you will, you twisted little fuck