Why is she so interested in colours? It’s one of the few genuine interests that she has. Colours. Like a fucking toddler.
I know that women are interested in colours but not like this. Not to the point where they have regular full on conversations about various hues. It’s fucking retarded.
How are we supposed to contribute to this conversation? “Oh, I like blue too. I like a different shade of blue. I like periwinkle.”.
What are the comments? What can anyone possibly say to this?
- “Everyone had one of these.” and he posts a picture of a children’s toy telephone.
I didn’t have one. I wasn’t a child. Not everybody was a child in 2000. Even if they were, not everybody had this particular toy telephone. That’s a ridiculous comment.
But Erin replies, “Yup! I had a lime green one.”
First of all, I’m astonished that Erin had this thing. She almost never says that she had something.
But secondly, she had a lime green. Lime green. It’s important that you know that it was lime green. Not just green. Lime green. Lime green is slightly lighter than regular green. Erin wants you to know this. For whatever reason, Erin thinks that this is important information to convey to the internet. We need to know the precise hue that her childhood toy was.
- “Wow I remember this color so specifically too! This takes me back”
That post was from one of the few women who go to Erin’s Twitter. And she was really excited to hear about blue. She’s *nostalgic* for blue. It takes her back to her childhood days when blue existed.
Well, I have good news for you, RedAux (that’s her name). Blue still exists. And red. All of the colours from your childhood are still alive and well today.
These things have been around forever. Since the dawn of time. There are no new colours. There are no extinct colours.
Oh. RedAux has a Tiwtch channel. That’s why she’s on Erin’s Twitter. She’s just there to promote her shit.
https://www.twitch.tv/videos/1727250527
She plays the piano, on stream, for money. Well, it’s something different, at least. Something that she’s, presumably, actually interested in.
Oh, but it seems to be video game music that she plays. That’s lame. She has to try to appeal to the horntards. You’re telling me that horntards can’t appreciate classical music? It’s supposed to raise your intelligence. Those people need all of the extra intelligence they can get.
If I was retarded, I would do nothing but listen to classical music. Try to bump that intelligence up a bit. “Another three years of this and maybe I’ll be able to tie my own shoes.”
There’s another reply from Erin. Remember bath oil beads? They sure were colourful. Look at all of them.
How is this even a tiny bit interesting to anyone? I don’t get it.
And you have Mike listening to this braindead shit 24/7. And he’s PAYING to listen to that. He’s showering Erin with gifts and regular trips to California to listen to that banal bullshit. He doesn’t have a fucking clue how to be a sugar daddy. You don’t pay for this fucking shit.
Fucking blue. She’s a complete moron.