narrator: “now what we got in this scene is, uh, the delinquent is rowing them around and expects payment in the form of the wimpy kid’s popsicle, which already has enough subtext, but then the wimpy kid is like ‘god no homo i’ll just give you the tip’ and this motherfucker, dang, he like deep throats it in one shot like omg, and that’s when the fucking wimpy kid is like ‘this slutty catholic boy just gave me a case of the gay’”
In today’s installment of “This rule only exists because something went terribly wrong,” I learned that surgeons write “no” on the legs they AREN’T supposed to amputate.
I used to think I was being too picky but fuck that. I deserve someone who wants to know about me. It may sound silly but I don’t wanna be out here fucking with people who never ask my favorite color or if I ate today. I deserve someone who wants to hear my dreams just as much as I want to hear theirs. I deserve the same energy and effort I release. Fuck that.
You know what I’ve never understood about the “fast food is a job made for teenagers who want spending money, not grown people to support themselves” argument?
Teenagers have to go to school. There are limits to how long and what hours they can work. So if fast food was truly just made for teenagers then it’s only be open like 3:30-10. There would be no grabbing a McMuffin on your way to work, or a frosty at 1am. If every adult left the food industry to teenagers it would crumble.
So realistically, it’s not just a job for teenagers, because it’s adults who have to wake up super early to open the store. It’s adults who work the overnight shifts to. And those adult sure as shit deserve a living wage.
