Graphite22 [he/him, comrade/them]

it’s still accurate

they are only showing up to look the part, whine about inane bullshit, and stand around for 10 minutes before napping in the cybertruck

weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee

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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

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.

wanna know what else is in a selective recession deez nutz

jpmorgan more like jay pee garglin

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

Zack Snyder

that cat just woke up

undeniable measure of their character

We must implement Youtube Socialism with Boy Boy Characteristics

1. Johnny Knoxville
2. Feliz Beatingoffman
3. Vergil Texas
4. Elon Musk
5. Bill Bur
6. Dr. House M.D.

FIVE ITEMS CHANGED YA FUCKIN PSYCHO CRACKER

God damn this shit makes me mad as hell and I don’t usually do rants on this site lmao

At my last workplace, we had your typical menu with food+drink combos that costed a pretty penny (it was an above average fast food/smoothie place) so typically we also had to keep presentation of the meal in mind. That’s no big deal to me personally, but I do consider it extra labor when we’re on a timer. Especially so when we’re in a morning to lunch rush. That shit takes time and any manager worth a shit will understand the importance of actually making the sale in a timely manner and set some common sense expectations.

However, not too long ago we added four new items to the menu that only shared two prep ingredients while the other two had their own yogurt/oatmeal mix for the base. All four of those items required different standards of presentation which made me want to rip my hair out. These things cost more than almost all food menu items and we had to give the customers an option to add or subtract ingredients just like our smoothies. The sheer amount of extra labor required to make these things in a timely manner was fucking ridiculous. So on top of the extra prep now required for all crews, we had to make these things along side our already busy days AND have managers breathing down our neck if complaints about the new precious item ever rolled in.

Nobody got a raise. Closing got worse and worse because they didn’t give a damn about what was actually happening in the store. Got ignored when I requested an extra set of hands. One of my shift leads (who I worked very well with during closing) got written up by some random new dipshit because for the first time in the two years we closed the store around 11 PM once.

Eat my dick ya workless managers. Go jack off to spreadsheets or some shit. God forbid you have to wash some dishes or wipe down a countertop for once.

maybe their plan can be the first half

You’re asking about the practicality but people don’t really care about that tbh. Ask your question through the eyes of outward expression or even a neurodiverse perspective.

I’m autistic as hell and I have trouble with starting and holding conversations. My nerves start to crack and jitter whenever I have to start up a conversation or if I have to bother someone at random (this is more work related). Still though, I’m so bad at this particular thing that it takes deliberate effort if I’m not feeling confident that day, it sucks. There also some times where people start conversations with me and I feel so blindsided that my nerves get shot and I start to stutter.

For people like me and even other posters here, expressing ourselves through words and actions are much more preferred than vocal expression. Getting a tattoo does two very important things for me, I can express my love for my sister and I can have a cool focal point for my conversations if I need. My sister was the person who influenced my life in ways I can’t even imagine, even to this day I’m still recalling our nights just shooting the shit and she would always get into topics that would be openly discussed here today. She’d be a poster for sure lmao. As for helping me in conversations? I get bright, beaming confidence whenever someone asks me about her. My words, my tone and the way I navigate topics changes me into an almost a completely different person. It’s something I still don’t understand about myself but I do know if it helps me get better at talking then I’m gonna do it.

I’m putting all that shit I wrote on my forearm in form of tree bark and a purple ribbon wrapped around it.

Not trying to be too sassy but I hope this is just a silly topic about permanency and not expression lol

love the smell of the air during a crass hexbear dunking rodeo. the smell of pig shit and balls, scratched libs and laughter fills the heart with joy even tho it’s tiring

but then sometimes you get a wave of calm, rational and sourced responses to pure, frothing rage. you have no choice but to kick back and

“It appears the subject is now woke…”