one day i decided to get drunk. I went to the corner store to get 16 beers and ice. The curry who owned the store didn't charge me for ice and told me to go scoop it out of the cooler outside. the plastic bags were all ripped to shreds and stuck to the bottom, so i had to spend 5 minutes digging ice out with my hands. I got my 16 stella artois (its french for something) but i didn't have a bottle opener, I tried opening them by biting the caps but it hurt, so i had to go to the dollar store where the immigrants buy groceries and spend more money on one. I opened the first two and drank them on the drive to the beach.
After relaxing in the sun for a few hours and about 6 beers deep I noticed a young man sitting wit slouched shoulders and looking at the ground. I walked and greeted him, we spoke about our (similar) life situations, he was reserved and uncomfortable but I was too drunk to care. At one point I asked him If i was bothering him and he said "yes but it's ok" or something similar i cant remember the exact words. We both lived with our parents, both felt no point in working, and most importantly there was an unspoken agreement between us that we are both incels. I know this because neither of us brought up the subject of women. he seemed sad, so i offered him one of my beers but he declined, he couldn't drink due to a medical condition. I feel great angry for brocel, alcohol is not a great cope but life is short and cruel, and anything helps. why is life so cruelest to the people with the least?
He was young so idk if he is on this fourm but if he is, im sorry for you man. Remember to pour one out for all brocels or more importantly to grip the bottle tight and raise a toast in honor of genetic condition cells who cant cope in this way. Life deserves revenge for what it has done. It might make you feel better to know that I threw up all over myself on the drive home, and my backseat it sticky now. godspeed
After relaxing in the sun for a few hours and about 6 beers deep I noticed a young man sitting wit slouched shoulders and looking at the ground. I walked and greeted him, we spoke about our (similar) life situations, he was reserved and uncomfortable but I was too drunk to care. At one point I asked him If i was bothering him and he said "yes but it's ok" or something similar i cant remember the exact words. We both lived with our parents, both felt no point in working, and most importantly there was an unspoken agreement between us that we are both incels. I know this because neither of us brought up the subject of women. he seemed sad, so i offered him one of my beers but he declined, he couldn't drink due to a medical condition. I feel great angry for brocel, alcohol is not a great cope but life is short and cruel, and anything helps. why is life so cruelest to the people with the least?
He was young so idk if he is on this fourm but if he is, im sorry for you man. Remember to pour one out for all brocels or more importantly to grip the bottle tight and raise a toast in honor of genetic condition cells who cant cope in this way. Life deserves revenge for what it has done. It might make you feel better to know that I threw up all over myself on the drive home, and my backseat it sticky now. godspeed
