A compilation (credito: Marxismo_vandalismo su insta)
The worst has happened. Nothing will ever be the same.
They are out of ranch.
"Honey mustard?" The cashier waves a translucently pale hand of sauces at you.
"No thank you," you say miserably. What kind of freak uses honey mustard?
It's you, in the dead of night, cramming cold thick steak fries into entirely too small sauce cups from that time last year you went to In-N-Out. God, those were soggy burgers. You waited an entire hour for soggy burgers and scripture.
"Anything else I can get you?"
You glance to your mirror to engage in uncomfortable eye contact with the sedan behind you. Unfortunately for you, her eyes are blue, so you lose by default, as blue-eyed people spend multiple hours a day not blinking.
"A million dollars?" The cashier stares at you too, blankly. You laugh awkwardly and speed off.
The sedan is close behind.
A] BRAKE CHECK. WHAT IS THEIR DEAL? IT'S NOT LIKE YOU CUT THEM OFF OR ANYTHING LIKE THAT.
B] YOU DON'T NEED TO GO HOME. TAKE A RANDOM EXIT. YOU'RE IN A HIGHWAY TOWN, AFTER ALL. NOTHING BUT TRAIN TRACKS AND TRUCKSTOPS. GOD BLESS THE USA. YOU'LL STILL MISS IT WHEN IT'S GONE BECAUSE YOU'RE A STUPID SIMP THAT MISSES WHAT YOU'RE USED TO.
C] HOME HAS A NICE WARM BED. IT'S ON THE FLOOR, BUT IT'S YOURS AND NOT LOCATED IN THE MIDDLE OF A ROOMMATE'S ROOM WHERE YOU HAVE TO LOCK EYES WITH SOMEONE WHO HAS NOT PAID THE WATER BILL. YOU NEED A SHOWER. YOU ARE UNCLEAN. NOBODY LOVES YOU BACK AND YOU TELL YOURSELF YOU DON'T NEED THEM TO BUT MAYBE A LITTLE BIT WOULDN'T HURT.
(credito: 1995 was an okay year, Facebook)
They are out of ranch.
"Honey mustard?" The cashier waves a translucently pale hand of sauces at you.
"No thank you," you say miserably. What kind of freak uses honey mustard?
It's you, in the dead of night, cramming cold thick steak fries into entirely too small sauce cups from that time last year you went to In-N-Out. God, those were soggy burgers. You waited an entire hour for soggy burgers and scripture.
"Anything else I can get you?"
You glance to your mirror to engage in uncomfortable eye contact with the sedan behind you. Unfortunately for you, her eyes are blue, so you lose by default, as blue-eyed people spend multiple hours a day not blinking.
"A million dollars?" The cashier stares at you too, blankly. You laugh awkwardly and speed off.
The sedan is close behind.
A] BRAKE CHECK. WHAT IS THEIR DEAL? IT'S NOT LIKE YOU CUT THEM OFF OR ANYTHING LIKE THAT.
B] YOU DON'T NEED TO GO HOME. TAKE A RANDOM EXIT. YOU'RE IN A HIGHWAY TOWN, AFTER ALL. NOTHING BUT TRAIN TRACKS AND TRUCKSTOPS. GOD BLESS THE USA. YOU'LL STILL MISS IT WHEN IT'S GONE BECAUSE YOU'RE A STUPID SIMP THAT MISSES WHAT YOU'RE USED TO.
C] HOME HAS A NICE WARM BED. IT'S ON THE FLOOR, BUT IT'S YOURS AND NOT LOCATED IN THE MIDDLE OF A ROOMMATE'S ROOM WHERE YOU HAVE TO LOCK EYES WITH SOMEONE WHO HAS NOT PAID THE WATER BILL. YOU NEED A SHOWER. YOU ARE UNCLEAN. NOBODY LOVES YOU BACK AND YOU TELL YOURSELF YOU DON'T NEED THEM TO BUT MAYBE A LITTLE BIT WOULDN'T HURT.
(credito: 1995 was an okay year, Facebook)
Forwarded from zogposting (zoey zogs🐉)
Forwarded from Touhou.bin🍉🧀 (Sage Noko (SNO)🐀 📹📼)
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