A letter from PEPE to BEAR
Hi there, pathetic bear,
I wanted to reach out amidst your cryptocurrency sessions, late-night cocaine indulgences, and visits to the “massage parlor”.
It’s hard to express my disappointment without downplaying it, similar to saying our dog, whom you attempted to sell for Ethereum, is just a tad upset. I’m still perplexed by your obsession with this cryptocurrency business. I highly doubt Mrs. Henderson at the grocery store accepts Bitcoin as payment for my daily bottle of Jack Daniels (which, between us, I consume due to your foolish bear antics).
Word has reached me about that so-called “business venture” where you invested my bonus. Bear, “Exotic Elixirs” doesn’t exactly sound like the next Google; it resembles something you’d stumble upon in a shady alley with a flickering neon sign.
Your recklessness has crossed the line, bear. Converting my vintage cars into a mobile brothel and utilizing my retirement fund for a pop star’s sandwich NFT — it’s all simply too much. While bears are known for taking risks, considering magic mushrooms as a groundbreaking cryptocurrency asset is downright absurd.
Bear, understand that your actions are not just embarrassing but also jeopardize our family’s finances. Now, I don’t want to dwell on negativity, so I’ve been pondering. Perhaps we should embark on a Pepe-Bear road trip, spending quality time together and strengthening our bond. I’ve heard the Grand Canyon is breathtaking this time of year, particularly the views from the edge… Just a suggestion.
Go fuck yourself, you stupid bear,
PEPE the KING.
