sometimes the authors intentions…. dont matter
sometimes the authors intentions…….. are worse
Sometimes the author…has absolutely no idea what is happening and adds witches because the crowd enjoys them.
I ate sushi
That isn’t Noteworthy. What is noteworthy, is that the himachi I was served was spoiled. Normally this doesn’t bother me, and I eat it anyway because it won’t hurt me, and also because hamachi is quite an oily fish, and when it begins to go off, has an interesting aroma. However, I did wish to inform the chef that the fish was not safe, and that he should throw out that piece, any touching it, and clean the container.
He shouted at me.
I sat there and listened to him rave about how fish smells like fish, the health codes, the people who want free food, and so on. When he was finished rambling, he said to me “What do you want me to do, eh? You want me to give you something for free? You want me to take it off your bill?”
I set down my napkin and my money and said. “Sir, I want you to explain to me why you would take a comment upon the growth of bacteria on a pierce of raw fish as a personal affront. I ate everything. I told you the fish was bad so that you wouldn’t lose customers. I own a restaurant. I know how narrow are the margins.”
He looks at me. I look at him.
“I give you feee roll.”
“I’d rather you give me an apology and let me pay my bill.”
He then proceeds to laugh and joke, and then invites me in to look at his kitchen arrangements.
I now have an invitation to sushi whenever I want.
Normally when I complain, it is not so well-received. Of course…that could be because I seldom complain until after I’ve beheaded someone with a table saw.
Beheading with a table saw is what stayed with me. Not what you what you intended with this account. Tablesaws would make for slow beheading though right?
Hence, the complaining.
What about a buzz saw?
I don’t have the equipment
I’ve been meaning to start a serie of fake vintage ad’s for monster for a while because is there anything better than good old monsters and stylish advertisement
the answer is no
more vintage ad by monsters, for monsters:
zombie
For a moment I thought that some enterprising human had decided to tempt me by making meat donuts. It proves false.
I am discouraged
You mean out if vegans? Ah. I’m not opposed to the idea. 😎
Ha!
That looks less like meat than it does something already digested.
Good god. On the other hand, I could use the recipe to make edible dog doo for horrible and disgusting pranks. Or sell it to people with fetishes. Because capitalism.
Apparently it sells to vegans.
See ‘people with fetishes’, above.
*snorts*
*80s pop playing as I lay dead in the middle of the woods*
If I’m the one who killed you, this is likely quite true.
aaaAAaaAAAAAaa
Don’t talk to me or my 3 screaming sons ever again
This is me, with Spawn, whenever we go to the park and that huge Great Dane with the terrible owner is in residence.
The Dane is terribly trained, gets half as much exercise as it should, and obeys nothing but me when I growl at it. It’s huge, and it frightens and endangers the children by charging them.
Growling is often necessary. The owner thinks I am the dog whisperer. I haven’t the heart to explain to him that his dog knows that if it disobeyed me, I would gut it with my bare hands and snap it’s neck in full view of its owner, and then possibly move on to said owner.
Never challenge a predator protecting young. Very unwise. We have a different language.
For a moment I thought that some enterprising human had decided to tempt me by making meat donuts. It proves false.
I am discouraged
You mean out if vegans? Ah. I’m not opposed to the idea. 😎
Ha!
That looks less like meat than it does something already digested.
Good god. On the other hand, I could use the recipe to make edible dog doo for horrible and disgusting pranks. Or sell it to people with fetishes. Because capitalism.
Apparently it sells to vegans.
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