You’re a fucking beacon in the dark state of the internet. Fuck, fuck, mother mother fuck fuck.

Don’t forget about the laugh.

or a high speed train… IF WE HAD ONE

he cuts down trees, he skips and jumps, he likes to press wild flowers

The place I worked at had a fraction of that space to work with and management just didn’t care. They left it up to the servers to let them know when we were low or out of a particular syrup and it was only me and one other server that bothered to do it.

Been out of the service industry for a while now, but I still have nightmares about being out of Dr. Pepper during a Friday dinner shift.

so chè Thái with things you can find at a western culture supermarket?

I had a bigger problem digging out the syrup I needed from the haphazardly stacked boxes of other syrup