bizarroland

My username is Bizarroland for a reason.

True story, I once got a barks root beer and the cashier decided to put it in a paper bag like it was a real beer and while I was walking home because I lived like four blocks away from the gas station, a cop pulled me over and he was like, "what you got in the bag boy?" And I responded, "it's a beer". And he said, "why the fuck you drinking a beer walking down the street" and I'm like, "cause it's a root beer!" and he got mad at me and drove off.

And it was one of those stupid things that people do, not even a funny story, but the picture reminded me of it, but it was extra stupid because I was a brown teenager in the deep south.

I still hold that that was Grandpa Joe's swan song, kind of like people who are terminally ill suddenly have one day where everything's wonderful and beautiful and they're coherent, cognizant and they talk to people and have a good time and then the next day they're dead.

I imagine that within weeks of the end of the film he was dead, so we should let him have his last hurrah.

It also adds some new flavor to the reason why when Gaston picked up one of her books and he started twisting it around left and right to try to make sense of it.

I can only imagine what was going through his mind.

But surprisingly close to the waterfall as well

Yeah, and then there's the follow-up thought that goes, oh yeah, I guess I'm actually privileged to be in this group of people.

Oh my god, you can't call them white men anymore. You have to refer to them by their politically correct name, which is "Panera Bread Americans"

Then that's on the company for hiring somebody worse.

Idk, could be on a gig labor plan

Just Rick Moranis it. They can't force you to work.

At the same time though, you can save a lot of money if you do everything in house. Especially if you have inexpensive labor.

You may be 100% correct, but I'm not going to be the guy going, "Erm, actually..." after seeing that at 3 o'clock in the morning.