I work for a non profit that’s ran from a Methodist church in east lake. The church serves lunch in the basement everyday for $6, tea and dessert included. The same group of old white guys eat there most weekdays. The fattest of them all is named Allan. He is old and tall and fat. He breathes extremely heavily and coughs on anything. He makes loud noises and says things like “oh me” every single time he gets up or sits down. When I am eating, and I hear Allan coming, I eat faster than anything else that may eat fast. I don’t want my food to be around for him to breathe on or yell on or anything. I am nice to the guy but ill be damned if he’s going to ruin my good ass baked Mac n cheese with his snot bits. Good lord. Anyways, to make his presence even more noticeable, he does shit like this. This was taco salad. Miss Juanita ( the cook) leaves the salsa out so you can add as much or little as you like. Allan goes and dumps the whole god damn bowl on his salad. To make matters worse, he needs 80 packs of sour cream. And I know it’s impossible to believe that this meal could be ruined any more, but oh my fucking ass. Allan was away grabbing packs upon packs of sugar when I snapped this picture. Was it for his tea? Nope. He honest to god took about twenty packs of sugar and layered it in between the salsa and the sour cream. I gag as I type.
i just picked up my drink to look at the bottom of it and a guy about a football fields length away thought i was waving at him. it was cool though, i knew him
this is my brothers wife’s rant
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my family loves god more than they love me
i dont feel bad for me, i feel bad for them