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[What is up everyone??
Nakatsu is broadcasting live from the bathroom. He's sitting on the edge of the tub with his hair freshly done so it's at max spike levels. You can't smell the bleach, but he's spent the morning touching his roots and he feels and looks 1000% today. This is going to be a great post.]
So I'm pretty sure today's my birthday. I worked it out. It's August 20th, right? Does it work the same here as it does back home? Is a year three hundred and sixty five days?? Whether it does or not, you all have to say nice things to me!!
[There's no time to dwell on this joyous event. We're moving on.
As we move on, pay special attention. Nakatsu has the recorder propped up against something so he can make full use of his hands. And he does. He has the most expressive hands you've ever seen.]
Okay, I'll be honest. I didn't make this video to talk about me. I need a job. I mean. I have a job already. I walk this guy's chicken's around the neighbourhood and he pays me. They money's not bad. [But his expression looks pained.] But chickens? Come on. I can't walk chickens. Look. Someone give me a job, okay. I'm a great worker and I've got serious experience in a ton of useful areas. [It's a lie.]
I even got my two dumbass housemates to stop shouting at each other! They're practically best friends now! That's how great I am. [That's another lie. Theon and Robb are still the worst. He looks offscreen to the bathroom door, just to make sure neither of them can hear right now.] They'll give you a great recommendation for me, I promise! [thumbs up!
-wait] I don't want to be a guard though. I mean. I'm glad lots of you are out there fighting the fight and chasing down guys who steal ladies underwear or whatever, but. [shruuuuug] No way that's for me. [He's not even going to talk about getting a job in the red light district. Don't talk to him about it, he'll die.] I went to give blood! But, that's not a job either, you know?
[There's a pause of about ten seconds here as he stares off camera, apparently contemplating what kind of job it might be to donate blood for a living.
Focus, Nakatsu.] So! All you guys out there! Someone can give me a job, I know it! If it's working with food I accept already! If it's working as a dumb guard, forget it. Okay! Peace!
[He reaches for the camera- which he fumbles and drops to the floor.
This is a super flattering angle up his nose.] Hey, I almost forgot! If you're free sometime and you know what soccer is, let me know! We should play.
[A little more scrabbling and there's finally some silence. There. It's over.]
Nakatsu is broadcasting live from the bathroom. He's sitting on the edge of the tub with his hair freshly done so it's at max spike levels. You can't smell the bleach, but he's spent the morning touching his roots and he feels and looks 1000% today. This is going to be a great post.]
So I'm pretty sure today's my birthday. I worked it out. It's August 20th, right? Does it work the same here as it does back home? Is a year three hundred and sixty five days?? Whether it does or not, you all have to say nice things to me!!
[There's no time to dwell on this joyous event. We're moving on.
As we move on, pay special attention. Nakatsu has the recorder propped up against something so he can make full use of his hands. And he does. He has the most expressive hands you've ever seen.]
Okay, I'll be honest. I didn't make this video to talk about me. I need a job. I mean. I have a job already. I walk this guy's chicken's around the neighbourhood and he pays me. They money's not bad. [But his expression looks pained.] But chickens? Come on. I can't walk chickens. Look. Someone give me a job, okay. I'm a great worker and I've got serious experience in a ton of useful areas. [It's a lie.]
I even got my two dumbass housemates to stop shouting at each other! They're practically best friends now! That's how great I am. [That's another lie. Theon and Robb are still the worst. He looks offscreen to the bathroom door, just to make sure neither of them can hear right now.] They'll give you a great recommendation for me, I promise! [thumbs up!
-wait] I don't want to be a guard though. I mean. I'm glad lots of you are out there fighting the fight and chasing down guys who steal ladies underwear or whatever, but. [shruuuuug] No way that's for me. [He's not even going to talk about getting a job in the red light district. Don't talk to him about it, he'll die.] I went to give blood! But, that's not a job either, you know?
[There's a pause of about ten seconds here as he stares off camera, apparently contemplating what kind of job it might be to donate blood for a living.
Focus, Nakatsu.] So! All you guys out there! Someone can give me a job, I know it! If it's working with food I accept already! If it's working as a dumb guard, forget it. Okay! Peace!
[He reaches for the camera- which he fumbles and drops to the floor.
This is a super flattering angle up his nose.] Hey, I almost forgot! If you're free sometime and you know what soccer is, let me know! We should play.
[A little more scrabbling and there's finally some silence. There. It's over.]
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