52baldcurryjanitor
All hail St.Tyroncel of the Subway
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life is basically like a restaurant. you go in and you can either be served steak and lobster and have all your friends come over and eat a Viking 3 course meal at Valhalla or come to the restaraunt with your dick in your hand and eat whatever shit is served to you. the waiter tells you to sit the fuck down. He then tells you to get your glass of water yourself. Then after you do that he asks you what you want. You say: "steak and lobster like the people next to me" he says: "Shut the fuck up you can only have a PBJ, some mystery meat chinese food, or salmonella ridden tacos. You pick the PBJ. He takes 2 hours. Then he comes back with a nice big sausage shaped turd. You protest in anger how its unfair the other people across are eating steak and lobster while you have to eat literal shit. The waiter than says "shut the fuck up and stop being so entitled make the best of it brah!" But in this scenario you can't leave the restaurant and will HAVE TO LIVE with shit! (kinda like in real life you are dealt only certain cards).
Sure the waiter may be in a good mood the next day and give you a cookie but after you finish the cookie he then serves you and even bigger sausage shaped turd with pieces of corn. (sometimes you experience small bursts of happiness but they are only temporary) and the cycle repeats while he may serve the other table a turd every once in a blue moon he always serves them lobster/beef/ or chocolate sundaes. (the gifted may face hardship but will always recover). This cycle continues then when you are 70 and decrepit the waiter may decide you had a enough shit and will give you a dish of lobster but the IRONY is all your taste buds are shot, and then you choke to death on the lobster as the paramedics put you into a pauper's grave. (like when you turn 70 you can finally retire from wage slaving but you will be too decrepit or dead to enjoy your retirement) The next table will either die natural deaths or die by accident but nonetheless the restaurant will throw a giant New Orleans style funeral with a band playing.
Sure the waiter may be in a good mood the next day and give you a cookie but after you finish the cookie he then serves you and even bigger sausage shaped turd with pieces of corn. (sometimes you experience small bursts of happiness but they are only temporary) and the cycle repeats while he may serve the other table a turd every once in a blue moon he always serves them lobster/beef/ or chocolate sundaes. (the gifted may face hardship but will always recover). This cycle continues then when you are 70 and decrepit the waiter may decide you had a enough shit and will give you a dish of lobster but the IRONY is all your taste buds are shot, and then you choke to death on the lobster as the paramedics put you into a pauper's grave. (like when you turn 70 you can finally retire from wage slaving but you will be too decrepit or dead to enjoy your retirement) The next table will either die natural deaths or die by accident but nonetheless the restaurant will throw a giant New Orleans style funeral with a band playing.
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