dankmemeuniversity
woofycakes
chrisbeatrice
“Hey guys, hey guys!!! Guess what?!”
“… what?”
“I got a new song in mind!!”
“Oh please not again!”
patchworkheart
fortheloveandsanityofbuckybarnes
patchworkheart
nu11-pointer
I remember a white kid in my class talking about how his parents made 320k combined and they still “struggle” and thinking to myself: “It’s probably because they don’t know how to manage their fucking money and live above their means, but sure, just pretend it’s not their fault”
A few minutes later, he mentions that they vacation 3 times a year, own 3 cars, and spend $1000 a week (A WEEK) on food.
Long story short, I refuse to feel sorry for any of you upper-middle class folk that pretend you’re struggling financially too when you just have no sort of financial management skills.
HOW FUCKING MUCH PER WEEK ON FOOD?!?! Do they have like 20 people they’re feeding?????
For scale, I’d like to just add on that I make about 4/5ths of their weekly food bill per month when school is in session.
alwaysbewoke
firestarter-olaf
sitaka-irony
Personal growth is revisiting “A Series of Unfortunate Events” as an adult and finally understanding all the literary references.
firestarter-olaf
judasisgayriot
I had a dream that was an entirely new episode of ASOUE, which had a plot about an evil guest house owner and her bratty daughter, a hypnotist woman who WASNT Dr Orwell who was acting nice to the Baudelaires and then betrayed them, and the orphans needing to sneak into the basement of said guest house to secretly use a chunky old 90s computer to decipher some sort of VFD code to escape,
but the main thing about the dream was that it had a full-on musical number like in the Netflix show, with Olaf and his male henchmen (henchperson of non-determinate gender and white-faced women not present) dressed in matching glittery gold circus outfits, singing ‘The Boys Are Back In Town’. I haven’t even heard that song in YEARS.
Of course, Esme was there and needed to be part of the musical number herself, so she was stood separately to them, on a rotating platform, wearing a shiny yellow puffa jacket and a ridiculously huge black wide-brimmed hat, interjecting loudly with her obnoxious posh voice ‘And one woman!!!’ every time they sang ‘the boys are back in town’.
They didn’t seem to have any interest in catching the Baudelaires who were present for the musical number, they just wanted to … inform everyone that the boys were back in town (and one woman!!!), I guess. (Fuck the other henchpeople, right?)
I remember this all vividly because I was woken up very abruptly by my alarm halfway through the dream, just as the hypnotist woman caught the orphans trying to hack the computer and hypnotised the guest house owner’s daughter into doing her evil bidding for her.
How the hell did my subconscious brain come up with this
firestarter-olaf
lastchancegeneralstore
