Nathan Fielder
Graduated from 1 of Canada’s top business schools
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I’ll just retell the parts that stood out the most, but it first started off in the iCarly studio for some odd reason. And then, in walks Zac Efron with 2 other men - They were there scouting for models.
No, I was not scouted to be their new model. They were there for my genuinely retarded, subhuman, shit skin cousin. I didn’t feel anger at all by that point, just confusion. Anyway, Zac asks me if my cousin’s eyes have a positive canthal tilt and so I say yes!
I then try to make a joke to Mr. Efron about my shitty eye area but he looks at me with a straight face and at some point they disappear. I got pissed because I forgot to tell him how good he was in his movie ‘The Iron Claw’.
From this point on, my dream took a turn for the worse. I was consuming Snowfall (a show) media before bed that night, and I thought I was Franklin Saint (former multimillionaire drug dealer, now turned crackhead).
I was walking around the streets with my crackhead buddy and this white dude pulls up. And as you know, crackheads always need that next fix of crack; so I hop in this guy’s car, drive around until we find a secluded spot, and I suck him off.
I woke up in a cold sweat. That was a terrible dream.
No, I was not scouted to be their new model. They were there for my genuinely retarded, subhuman, shit skin cousin. I didn’t feel anger at all by that point, just confusion. Anyway, Zac asks me if my cousin’s eyes have a positive canthal tilt and so I say yes!
I then try to make a joke to Mr. Efron about my shitty eye area but he looks at me with a straight face and at some point they disappear. I got pissed because I forgot to tell him how good he was in his movie ‘The Iron Claw’.
From this point on, my dream took a turn for the worse. I was consuming Snowfall (a show) media before bed that night, and I thought I was Franklin Saint (former multimillionaire drug dealer, now turned crackhead).
I was walking around the streets with my crackhead buddy and this white dude pulls up. And as you know, crackheads always need that next fix of crack; so I hop in this guy’s car, drive around until we find a secluded spot, and I suck him off.
I woke up in a cold sweat. That was a terrible dream.
