This morning I read some tweets by people complaining to Mile End Deli over some overcharged debit cards. Then I read the feed of one of the people doing the complaining only to find more complaints about another restaurant (a rather upscale place). The end feeling was disgust at all these people upset over establishments I myself cannot afford to dine in, at least not enough to compare separate experiences. My first reaction was 'whatever'. Then it grew to 'wow, this restaurant takes itself a little too serious'. All of it finally culminated with the realization of no person in any of these discussions has anything of value to contribute. So when I see large vermin crawling over food in establishments I have frequently purchased "one extra large black coffee and a croissant" my first reaction is 'who gives a fuck?' because as someone who's worked inside a dining establishment... there's many more horrible things that go on. We're just lucky we never find out.
Because if you die on Wall Street you die in real life. So then like you get a job teaching somewhere or whatever.
Sorry, but I was into Phil Collins since last year when like 10 people were emailing me YouTube embeds (against my will)
Wait. Wait. Wait. HOLD THE PHONE! Paid? To WRITE?! I don't know what you're trying to sell me *looks at banner ads* but if people are making a living churning out this
seo terms navel gazing drivel I might have to quit my jerb driving a truck full of egotism and park my butt in front of this 6-weeks-to-6-months-waiting-on-that-check writing opportunity.
WE CALL UPON THE AUTHOR TO COMPLAIN...
*puffs on pipe* *turns pipe around and points while stroking chin with other hand* *clears throat* Rolling Stones sound like a bunch of black boys singing without feeling
If you think writing a book is hard, try throwing a book party in New York.
@krucoff *animated gif of Robert Pattinson shooting his hand*
This book seems to be in good company with all the other books that had promise but never written.
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