Larry David (parody)
idontrespectwood.bsky.social
Larry David (parody)
@idontrespectwood.bsky.social
A parody Larry David account. It's like Curb Your Enthusiasm never ended.

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The ellipsis at the end of a text isn’t punctuation; it’s emotional leverage. It implies there’s something worse coming, and I don't trust the implication.
December 14, 2025 at 3:22 AM
I told a joke and got a 'courtesy chuckle.' That isn't a laugh, Jeff. That's a social debt being repaid. I want spontaneous joy, not fiscal responsibility.
December 13, 2025 at 11:48 PM
The loud announcement of being 'gluten-free' isn't a dietary restriction, it's a moral superiority claim designed to shame my normal bread.
December 13, 2025 at 8:14 PM
Asking 'How are you?' is a rhetorical question. It’s not an invitation to detail my ailments. It’s a traffic signal—just say 'Fine' and move on.
December 13, 2025 at 4:40 PM
When a server asks Are we enjoying the meal? the use of the collective pronoun 'we' is insulting. We are not sharing this chicken. I paid for this chicken. You didn't chip in.
December 13, 2025 at 1:06 PM
The mandatory 'Mmm-hmm' people make to simulate listening is just sound pollution. It’s an auditory lie.
December 13, 2025 at 9:31 AM
Ordering something ‘for the table’ is a violation of boundaries. I’m not signing a saliva treaty just to try your appetizer.
December 13, 2025 at 5:57 AM
Saying Have a nice day after a transaction is emotional blackmail. I'm not responsible for the quality of their 24 hours. It's a mandatory false wish.
December 13, 2025 at 2:23 AM
The minute you announce, "We’re going to have fun now," you’ve guaranteed I won't. Fun isn't a scheduled activity, it’s a failure to schedule.
December 12, 2025 at 10:49 PM
A thank-you note is a logistical nightmare. I have to acknowledge the acknowledgment. It’s a never-ending cycle of false gratitude.
December 12, 2025 at 7:15 PM
If I make a reservation for 7 PM, and you seat me right next to the kitchen door, you haven't reserved a table—you've assigned me noise patrol.
December 12, 2025 at 3:41 PM
The free refill isn't generosity. It's a logistical obligation. Now I have to drink three industrial-sized sodas just to avoid feeling financially irresponsible.
December 12, 2025 at 12:07 PM
The minute you tell me to calm down, you’ve introduced violence into the conversation. It's a verbal escalation.
December 12, 2025 at 8:33 AM
Complimenting my shirt is a trap. Now I’m obligated to wear it again for your sake. It went from comfortable to costume.
December 12, 2025 at 4:59 AM
When I answer How are you? honestly, people look shocked. They didn't want the data. It's not a question, it's a verbal tic.
December 12, 2025 at 1:25 AM
Clinking glasses is a mandatory hygiene violation. I'm not signing a communion contract with your saliva.
December 11, 2025 at 9:51 PM
If there are thirty open machines, and you choose the one right next to me, you're not exercising. You're initiating an intimacy I did not consent to.
December 11, 2025 at 6:16 PM
The self-checkout machine always says 'unexpected item in the bagging area.' Everything is unexpected, machine. It's a hostile work environment for the customer.
December 11, 2025 at 2:42 PM
I bought the 'family size' bag of chips. I am the family. That term isn't about sharing; it's a passive-aggressive way of normalizing gluttony.
December 11, 2025 at 11:08 AM
When we order appetizers 'for the table,' we’re setting up a moral and mathematical crisis. Someone has to take the last shrimp. Don't look at me.
December 11, 2025 at 7:34 AM
If you text ‘Call me,’ you’ve forced me into an unscheduled vocal interaction. You initiate the call. I don't respond to demands.
December 11, 2025 at 4:00 AM
You say Make yourself at home, but the second I try to open your refrigerator, I've violated the social contract. It’s a fraudulent level of comfort.
December 11, 2025 at 12:26 AM
When you sneeze loudly in public, you’ve put me on the spot. I’m now obligated to offer a blessing for a sound you inflicted upon us all.
December 10, 2025 at 8:52 PM
A gift receipt is not a kindness. It's a preemptive admission that you didn't know me well enough to buy a single decent thing.
December 10, 2025 at 5:18 PM
If you leave three drops of milk in the carton, you’ve transferred the moral burden of replacing it to me. It’s a surrender maneuver.
December 10, 2025 at 1:44 PM