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Getting 9 potted feels like getting raped, but worse.
Jack: Oh my! did you see how he got 9 potted?
Emily: Brutally raped.
a hidden way to say ‘sex’ because at 9:15, you have sex. instead of saying sex you say 9:15
“I cant wait to do 9:15 with her”
An over 30 year old man (mainly bald British) who wears full football kits with their name and number on the back
Micky 9 has his toon kit on again
The day famous youtuber Matthew Robert Patrick (AKA "Matpat", "Game Theory", "The Game Theorists") will supposedly leave YouTube indefinitely, but not without one final theory to end on.
Matpat has been making videos since August of 2009 with his first video being Blood Brothers (Scene): Swearing on the Bible. It wouldn't be until two years later where he would make a video advertising the beginning of his Magnum Opus; Game Theory (though later it would be renamed to The Game Theorists, I think). And from this spawned four more channels with those being GTLive (2015), Film Theory (2015), Food Theory (2020), and finally Style Theory (2023).
And after this day, he will simply pass the torch on to someone else who will take over on the channel.
Person 1: "Dammit, today is March 9 2024. I'm gonna miss Matpat."
Person 2: "I know. I know."
His girlfriend is starting to hate him and he’s become largely immune to her passive-aggressive behaviour because he’s a shell of the man she thought he’d amount to. They’re spending 70% of their already taxed income on rent so they can live in reasonable proximity to the job he hates. Their prospects of owning a home align with their chances of winning the lottery. He spends 6+ hours a day planning his draft kings lineup and listening to Bitcoin podcasts because it acts as a source of hope and mental escapism from the dopamine-deprived corporate hellhole he spends most of his conscious life pretending to work for. He’s effectively entered the “privatized welfare” class of Canadians whereby he’s paid a shitty wage, with nearly 0 chance of upside in return for sitting at a desk for 37.5 hours a week and pretending to click buttons on a screen that matter. He’s given up, drowning in his own irrelevance- “there must be more” he murmurs to himself as he clambers into the revolving door with his unwashed, wrinkled corporate attire, the uninspiring symphony of monotonous grays and blues, which is like an elaborate camouflage designed for aspiring off
Check out that Wrinkled 9-5er. I feel for the guy.