It’s only early 2014, and already I’m going to give myself the “Worst Writer of the Year” award. Seriously.
Most writers might covet it, because most writers hate their writing and would secretly love the satisfaction of knowing exactly how bad their writing is. However, I already won it, so everyone else can just try to content themselves with the title of “Second Worst Writer of the Year”, or even “Fifth Worst Writer of the Year”.
In a special ceremony taking place in Someone’s Mom’s Basement, Leo DiCap, worst actor ever, will present this year’s awards.
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