Slack Slacker Reveals His Evil Twin Brother.
Tall and handsome, impeccably dressed in a modern black tailored suit and a designer tie, Hack Slacker speaks to a diverse audience of business professionals in a corporate boardroom with a sly and devilish smirk on his face, as he prepares his devoted disciples for a hostile takeover of a struggling competitor.
But wait, you need the back story. My evil twin Hack Slacker is a ruthless master of dirty tricks, mean-spirited, and the king of payback. Hack is a sneaky, conniving, backstabbing SOB. (Sorry, Mom, no hate on you) In my younger years, I tried to lie and say, Hack’s my brother from another mother.
Unfortunately, we’re identical. Sadly, Hack is a bullshit artist, a welcher, a liar cheat and a thief. My identical twin “Bro”, Hack Slacker graduated magna cum laude from Scumbag University with a doctorate in "Scumbaggery". In a word, Hack Slacker is a “Scumologist” of the highest order.
Regarding the women in his life, he was always a cad, a blackguard, a reprobate, a heel, a scoundrel, and yes, a debauchee. Unfortunately for the public, Hack Slacker is all these descriptors wrapped in a handsome 6-foot-4 slim athletic build with a dazzling smile, a quick wit, and slick charm that mask his devilish intentions.
My brother Hack Slacker has a firm handshake and a commanding presence. His piercing, cold black eyes could penetrate one's defenses to overcome objections and reservations to his never-ending sales pitches. Hack is the kind of guy you'd gladly wish on your worst enemy.
I've always refrained from talking or writing about Hack because, in my mind, he was relegated to a horrible childhood memory. If you knew Hack as I do, you’d avoid him like the Black Plague. There are stories told about, Hack dying, going to Hell and getting summarily expelled by Satan himself for being a bad influence on the eternally damned.
Shortly after Hack Slacker entered the gates of Hell and crossed the lake of fire, Satan immediately noticed the demons fearing Hack even more than himself. Of course, you'd think these stories are wild exaggerations or a figment of my imagination, but if you have ever the misfortune of coming within his orbit, I can guarantee you'll regret the day you were born.
From the very beginning, I've known that Hack had mastered the art of manipulation and Gaslighting. He could always easily outwit the witless simply for sport and amusement. It became apparent when he made the statement, and I quote, “I pee on the peons” while he was still in high school. Our parents concluded way back then that Hack was destined to be a ruthless CEO of a Fortune 100 company, or he'd be facing the death penalty one day.
Bottom Line: “They” say that if you can't say something good about someone, you shouldn't say anything. However, in this instance, I must deviate from that sage advice for Hack Slacker, my identical twin, born 30 seconds before me. Our parents reasoned that I came along as a counterbalance to one of God's biggest mistakes.
In conclusion, if you find any of the above hard to believe, remember that bigger lies have been told. If you do believe me, should you see or hear of me “Slack Slacker” engaging in any form of scumbaggery, cut me some slack, it might be Hack!
C-ya. I'll Sh!t-Chat with you later this week. And, by the way, if you’ve taken this warning seriously, please comment below and share this post with a friend. π