what ur average tragedy looks like after 100 years
You sit at the restaurant with your young son, he says he is hungry. You agree to get him dinner. You open up to the kids menu, your child is far to young for adult food. Chicken nugger stares at you from the page. You don’t understand. Your palms get sweaty and your son complains. He says he is hungry. Your mind strains, searching for an answer in a world of sweer potato and french fried. You try to order the chicken nugger, but you cannot. The words cannot escape your lips. Your son is hungry, he complains. The waitress stares at you, her head a spinning chicken nugger, her arms swinging french fried. Your son cries the tears of a chicken nugger-less child. In your mind you scream. It is raining sweer potato now, you have french fried engraved on your left temple and you do not understand. Your son weeps in the corner, he is starving. Starving for the chicken nugger.
what the fuck did i just read
i don’t know what these are but i love them
‘Bag End Bonsai Trayscape’: A Bonsai Baggins Hobbit Home by Chris Guise
Oh these pies aren’t homemade, they were made in a factory.
A bomb factory.
who the fuck thought up the plot for this episode
i’m glad we don’t have To hunt for our food any more.. i don’t even know where Sandwiches live