probably a cold take but tag yourselves as female led musicals, i’m the entire bitch row
[Start ID: a 9 panel alignment board with the top three being: edgy, depressed, dumb-ass. And the three on the side being: bitch, thot, bastard. In order: Edgy bitch: heathers. Depressed bitch: waitress. Dumb-ass bitch: wicked. Edgy thot: mean girls. Depressed thot: legally blonde. Dumb-ass thot: the great comet. Edgy bastard: Chicago. Depressed bastard: the color purple. Dumb-ass bastard: Carrie. /end ID]
Oh, I forgot to tell you guys that this lady came in two minutes before closing with a two inch high stack of coupons and two full carts. It took me twenty minutes to ring everything up, and she only ended up paying around five bucks for all of it, and then she gave me three things of paper towels and a box of Frosted Flakes for no discernable reason other than that they were free and she kept me late.
That should be the new rule. If you inconvenience me, I get to have some of your groceries.
There was also a woman behind her with WIC checks who looked very stressed about the whole ordeal, so this lady was like, “I can get you ten boxes of cereal for free. Come with me,” and proceeded to do exactly that with her baffling and powerful coupon game. I think this lady was an angel.
Holy shit. I dropped my Alexa on the ground and it broke. And a tiny woman crawled out thanking me for her freedom. She said she was going to go return to her forest home.
All mine did was break and then glow angrily at me.
You, sir, have angered it
It’s because I was trying to figure out why people kept asking her to play Despacito.
