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I work in produce at a grocery store and we often have people ask us to cut roots for one reason or another. My coworkers absolutely hate dealing with customers sometimes and I don't blame them.

I had a woman shove a yellow yam on my chest and demanded (I think?) in broken english/creole to cut the bad parts off. I guess my autism/tolerance levels were through the roof because I just went and did it for her for some reason. When I got back to her with the yam, she clicked her tongue at me in disappointment and began ranting about how I cut the soul of the yam too deep. She didn't even buy the damn thing lmao

i need that new track

I use gas/insurance prices for cars to sway people into thinking there is a better way. I know for a fact some people turn bitter for a split second when I tell them I'm fortunate enough to walk to work but I try to flip it back onto capitalism's fault.

it's going to be joever and joever again

cyber truck

how do we kill the steam forums

lmao the slow crawl up the logs that shit killed me

bro just buy an 89 suzuki samurai, fix it up and go play in the dirt. it's cheaper and you can look normal.

story made me cry a lot thats a good endorsement

I once heard a man in a stall

His cheeks went blifp, brrrthp, brrrraw

He took no time

No care to wipe

He didn't wash his hands at all

I'm having a hard time describing how I feel about the song because it's makes me feel so sad and angry all the same. The song itself can mean so many different emotions and invoke so many thoughts to so many different people, and yet the context surrounding it and why you're hearing it this way manages to centralize those emotions to one point. We, as humans, collectively caused our emotions to burst by destroying this innocent creature's existence.

I feel so angry that the people beyond my time and most definitely beyond my control have destroyed this song. I want to lash out and scar the perpetrators for eternity and give them a mark to remember what they did but it's pointless. I have seen wondrous beauty claw, scratch, kick, scream and bite its way out of the ashes of our destruction and I see no difference here. Three million people heard this song of the ancient world and there are many more that felt compelled to express themselves after hearing it, like myself. I encourage people, if they feel how I feel, to take a broad look at just how many people wrote their quick thoughts, composed their music, or even wrote their books based off hearing a single sound or reading a simple string of words. There is going to be someone out there that makes a beautiful piece of art that we'll never know about thanks to this song.

The occurrence that I described happens every single day, whether we want it to or not. People have always created something from the ashes of nothingness. They created hope. This bird, like so much that existed before us, will carry on in so many people's memories that it's hard to deny that it's truly extinct. We remember.

it would be funny if she got trapped in her castle searching for a cask of amontillado

Corey Taylor

Stephen A. Smith

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