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WindmillSlayer

I just experienced mine. A "If You Give a Mouse a Cookie" level of hell.

So there I am, two joints in. Just got home from work. Ready to go lay down. It begins. Each of the following events is the entrance and exit of my room.

I clean up my room a bit, but spill some Mug™ root beer.

I go get cleaning supplies and see a bag of pistachios.

I get the bag of pistachios and bring them to my room.

I realize I haven't cleaned the root beer.

Go get cleaning supplies.

Realize I need a bowl for my pistachios.

Don't forget to clean, I scream at myself. I clean up the spill.

Finally, done with work, I change into PJs, lay down. Finally relaxed.

Realize I forgot to bring a bowl for my pistachios to my room.

Realize upon getting a bowl I forgot to put the cleaning supplies away.

At this point, I gave up. I have no bowl for my pistachios. If I tried to get one something new would enter this horrible, vicious world I was briefly a part of.

Share, in this safe space, the hells you've experienced.

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Ride The Gravitron

by FactsAreUseless
Every day I wake up

Manifisto


  • am hungry for hot dogs
  • enter store with optimism
  • pick up pack of 10 hot dogs
  • go looking for buns
  • buns are in packs of 8
  • realize with horror that anything less than 40 hot dogs will result in waste
  • I cannot eat 40 hot dogs, I've tried
  • run through store frantically trying to make friends to eat hot dogs with me
  • my enthusiasm engenders suspicion
  • begin to think that hot dogs will be forever out of my reach
  • suddenly I hear a voice next to me
  • a man is standing there, holding a single hot dog
  • he offers it to me
  • overwhelmed with gratitude, I start eating the hot dog
  • it is the best thing I've ever tasted
  • time passes, things sort of go blank
  • when I come to, I am standing next to the deli counter, shoveling service tickets into my mouth
  • I spit them out as discreetly as possible
  • slinking back towards the exit I realize I am still hungry
  • by the checkout counters there is an advertisement depicting a single, perfect hot dog
  • slow dolly zoom on hot dog accompanied by screeching violins
  • fin


ty nesamdoom!

Elephant Parade

WindmillSlayer posted:

I just experienced mine. A "If You Give a Mouse a Cookie" level of hell.

So there I am, two joints in. Just got home from work. Ready to go lay down. It begins. Each of the following events is the entrance and exit of my room.

I clean up my room a bit, but spill some Mug™ root beer.

I go get cleaning supplies and see a bag of pistachios.

I get the bag of pistachios and bring them to my room.

I realize I haven't cleaned the root beer.

Go get cleaning supplies.

Realize I need a bowl for my pistachios.

Don't forget to clean, I scream at myself. I clean up the spill.

Finally, done with work, I change into PJs, lay down. Finally relaxed.

Realize I forgot to bring a bowl for my pistachios to my room.

Realize upon getting a bowl I forgot to put the cleaning supplies away.

At this point, I gave up. I have no bowl for my pistachios. If I tried to get one something new would enter this horrible, vicious world I was briefly a part of.

Share, in this safe space, the hells you've experienced.
in my Sisyphean hell, nobody understands how to use paragraphs. it really sucks and every day I desperately wish I was somewhere else

take the moon

by sebmojo

Ride The Gravitron posted:

Every day I wake up

not an eq

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WindmillSlayer

Elephant Parade posted:

in my Sisyphean hell, nobody understands how to use paragraphs. it really sucks and every day I desperately wish I was somewhere else

go somewhere else then, might i suggest anal retentive hell, where cool dudes hang out and dont poo poo, and type big paragraphs about dumbass stuff


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DavidAlltheTime

All David...all the TIME!
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