I rode my eScooter to the allergist today, and I got there super snotty/puffy eyed/raspy. Did the allergy test and sure enough, I’m very allergic to basically ever grass, tree, and weed in the known world.
Allergist straight up said, “Well we knew when you got here” and I was like… guess I’m in the right place! Learned some allergies I wasn’t aware of, and got some super important advice about how to manage them. So overall a great visit.
Have you ever had a moment of seeing someone at your job and being like “Oh yeah, you’re in the right place.”
Where you then made not fancy food, for not fancy fucks.
Edit: After reading the whole story, I just want to clarify, my comment wasn’t about Sarah, or her family. I would LOVE if the world was filled with an infinate amount of Sarahs. She sounds amazing.
Pretty much, at the time if I had to make one more poached foie gras I was going to murder a porter just to get arrested and maybe get a full night’s sleep.
Not that I’m religious in ANY sense, but this post makes me laugh.
God? He created all life.
Jesus? He’s the son of God. He fed a village from a single loaf of bread. He came to earth to try to help all life on earth get into heaven. He was instead crucified on a cross for his actions…and then came back from the dead like 40 days later like “SURPRISE MOTHER FUCKERS!!! WE’RE GONNA MAKE TODAY ALL ABOUT HIDING EGGS, BECAUSE I DON’T SEE ANY HUEVOS AMONG THE LOT OF YOU!!!”
Jesus’s son? He will MURDER you if you ask for food. He will murder you and be look forward to the prison sentence. Thats how worth it is for him to kill you. He doesn’t give a fuuuuuuuuuuuck.
Lol, no one can be dad bro and granddad was known to smite a fool or two so…
It’s the name of a book of short stories by Denis Johnson.
Jesus’ Son is a great novel, and a really good movie. Highly recommend.