Have you ever just looked at someone and thought, “I really love you”. They’re just talking or humming or watching a movie or reading a book or laughing or something, and there’s something about them in that moment that makes you think, “I just really love you”.
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I’m not crying, you’re crying.
Real hero. Real role model. There’s another dude in Syria who goes back into his bombed out neighborhood to feed all the abandoned cats too.
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- me: *gets anxious over nothing*
- me: wait this is stupid everything is fine
- me: wait
- me: but what if its not
The best thing that can be said about that technique is only that it works. It makes me feel like a dainty idiot. Oreo-dunking didn’t need to be optimized for maximum drunk efficiency. The process didn’t need to be streamlined. The clunky messiness of dunking Oreos is part of the experience. It’s like when people eat a slice of pizza with a fork and knife. I want to ask them if there’s some kind of physical or mental ailment that prevents them from holding the fucking slice in their fucking hands and just eating the fucking thing like a normal fucking human. Do you have a doctor’s note that excuses your insolence? If not, use your fucking hands. If you do have a doctor’s note, I’m so sorry, and I hope you’re managing well with whatever ails you. God bless you and good luck in all of your endeavors.
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