I'm Killing It Sorry

I'M KILLING SORRY IT

A costumed man in a powdered wig and red coat hosts a tiny basement performance beside a microphone and colorful stage lights. The camera cuts between him and a moving-head light on a stool as the audio builds into an absurd exchange about a painful hat, ibuprofen, and then ketamine; the light’s apologetic “SORRY” and “IT” complete the joke. The music and mock-serious host delivery make the chaotic lighting equipment feel like a rude performer interrupting the show. EN: A costumed man in a powdered wig and red coat hosts a tiny basement performance beside a microphone and colorful stage lights. The camera cuts between him and a moving-head light on a stool as the audio builds into an absurd exchange about a painful hat, ibuprofen, and then ketamine; the light’s apologetic “SORRY” and “IT” complete the joke. The music and mock-serious host delivery make the chaotic lighting equipment feel like a rude performer interrupting the show.

I'm Mr. Brightside. Thanks for being here, Mr. Brightside. How you doing today? Doing just fine. Oh, really? Just fine? What's the matter? My hat is killing me. Oh, dude, don't worry about it. I got some ibuprofen here. Miss. OK, dude, stay still, and I'll be able to give you here. OK. Miss. You're being rude. You're being rude to the host. Here. This is ketamine.

• @pokupkabitka / 51395 2025-08-12