[out for a walk]
me: fuck, not again *starts walking faster*
the group of victorian era peasant children that bully me: *keeping pace, hurling coal at me* oi mista! off ta ya shift at tha bollocks factory?
If you ever wonder if your posts here matter, if they have an impact, if we even care, let me tell you something, you and you only with your countless posts and requests and petitions made it happen. They were in all our meetings, all our discussions, every single powerpoint to make a case for it. You won, snack wrap fans. Thank you.
Hungover in a way that should be illegal. Thought breakfast would help. Girl next to me got a lb of salmon in the shape of a rose. As soon as it hit the table I dry heaved so hard for so long the mgr ran over because he thought I was choking. Everyone involved deserves jail