just about everything sold in a convenience store is some kinda poison or scam.
I mean, except like the bottled water/juice and the BC powder you’re getting for that soul shattering hangover working you over under the hardhat after you just blew chunks behind the dumpster in the parking lot.
it’s not even 8am and already 90°… fucking a, can somebody else drive to the job site while I just close my eyes and meditate on a life that doesn’t so closely resemble my own?
just about everything sold in a convenience store is some kinda poison or scam.
I mean, except like the bottled water/juice and the BC powder you’re getting for that soul shattering hangover working you over under the hardhat after you just blew chunks behind the dumpster in the parking lot.
it’s not even 8am and already 90°… fucking a, can somebody else drive to the job site while I just close my eyes and meditate on a life that doesn’t so closely resemble my own?