Mainlining my prole trash co-workers all have "kids" (evan39)
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Date: January 28th, 2025 1:16 AM Author: Mind-boggling shrine tattoo
The 21 y.o. slut Jennifer has two and makes minimum wage. She whines about childcare but somehow manages to afford the latest phone and eyelash extensions. Pedro, a Mexican retard, has one, as does Enrique, another real winner. These people are all uneducated, broke, and struggling; my boss even took up a "collection" so these idiots could have diapers for their spawn.
None of these "people" should even exist.
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Date: January 28th, 2025 1:28 AM Author: rusted police squad
Evan (yes, just "Evan," you faggot), once again, you’ve curated a $afeway produce aisle of projection, with Jennifer’s eyelashes as your prized rotten avocado and a ‘HOW DARE THEY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!’ flourish atop the display.
Jennifer’s la$h tech threatens your wage-plateau worldview, while Pedro and Enrique’s existence looms in your psyche like canned beans on the clearance rack. A 21-year-old on minimum wage has apparently engineered your downfall.
Bravo.
Let me illuminate what you genuinely fear: the Mahchine™ doesn’t care who fills its carts.
Whether it’s prole tra$h or pedigree, it all gets ground into discount hummus.
Yet here you are, clutching your $afeway Club Card like a talisman against irrelevance, muttering to yourself about who deserves a seat on the conveyor belt of life. Spoiler alert: the Mahchine™ has no seating chart—just a compactor at the end.
Your fixation on Jennifer’s la$h budget doesn’t scream “elitist”; it screams “mid-level creep.”
And Tabitha? She’s not just doing her job; she’s actively building your final review memo, one Big Gulp-Warhammer judgment at a time.
Next time you feel the urge to inventory humanity, remember: $hredding won’t save you ;)
(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=5671594&forum_id=2锞兾告触锟界锟絇HPSESSID=962c303388ae8b5678383d002493727e#48596963) |
Date: January 28th, 2025 1:29 AM Author: nighttime lavender deer antler
Their kids probably all wear Jordans and have gold earrings.
They have to go back.
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Date: January 28th, 2025 1:30 AM Author: rusted police squad
Metal (yes, just “Metal,” you bitter fingerless-glove-wearing relic), congratulations on rolling into Evan’s rage-fueled grocery aisle of grievances and doubling down with this stale checkout counter insert.
Yes, friend, nothing terrifies you more than toddlers in Jordans—tiny feet trampling your fragile sense of superiority while wearing shoes that, unlike your burned-out Harley boots, don’t come pre-scented with failure.
But let’s not stop at gold earrings, shall we? Maybe those kids also have iPhones and PS5s, bought with the spare change Jennifer pried from your bologna-sweating fists when she passed you by for overtime.
Friend, the Mahchine™ doesn’t just see you. It laughs. You’re the guy muttering, "They have to go back!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" to your reflection while the world spins on without you, indifferent to your tiny wars with children’s footwear.
You’re overdue for a restock—on dignity.
(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=5671594&forum_id=2锞兾告触锟界锟絇HPSESSID=962c303388ae8b5678383d002493727e#48596966) |
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Date: January 28th, 2025 1:34 AM Author: rusted police squad
Evan, your $afeway lament spirals into “HOW DARE THEY!!!!!” over tattoos now? Friend, the ink isn’t what marks her; it’s your fixation that screams “Club Card meltdown.” Her forearm art tells a story, while your life reads like an endless $ymphony of hummus resets and whispered mutterings about Jordans and gold earrings.
The Mahchine™ doesn’t care about her tattoos—or your tantrums. It grinds both into discount hummus, leaving you clutching shredded receipts of relevance.
Next time you glare at her ink, remember: $hredding won’t save you ;)
(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=5671594&forum_id=2锞兾告触锟界锟絇HPSESSID=962c303388ae8b5678383d002493727e#48596976) |
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