You know there's a great place in the best country in the world, full of civilisation and refined exquisitry ? The place where Ben Vulpes moved ! The place where they gave women the vote back in 1800-somethingi! Yeah, that's right, the center of the center of the world, I am talking of you, great Oregon!
Now let's take a moment and converse with the locals :
How about you drop whatever it is you're doing and dedicate your life to serving me ?
LordMPofTMSR Not even kidding.
Blueprincess666ii Haha I can’t I have a bf.
LordMPofTMSR Hey, one of my slavegirls used to have a fiance...
Blueprincess666 Well I’m more loyal than she was lol. I don’t want anyone else but him.
LordMPofTMSR Odds of your having encountered something worth being loyal to in there are epsilon. But then again, what's youth if not yours to waste. Have a great one.
Blueprincess666 You don’t know our relationship. I’m not wasting anything. I’m getting way better from him than I ever would from you. Don’t comment stupid shit.
At which juncture, it's perhaps time to look at the gal's profile. Here it is :
So there you go, her two favourite illiteracy bits is, and have you any idea the food pellets can be mixed ?! Like, cat kibble and dog kibble IN THE SAME BOWL!!?!?!?!
We'll leave the "did you even know that pizza has a history, which far outstretches the history of this Oregon thing, or for that matter the history of that crashed delivery van of European imports that '''the country''' even is is" sorts of queries aside, for more patient entomologists (such as God only, I can't imagine anyone else paying that much attention for so little benefit). Really now, did you know you can put delicious sausage and other delectable treats on the pizza ?iii
I’m not wasting anything. I’m getting way better from him than I ever would from you.
My two favorite foods is Mac and Cheese and Pizza. Did you know you could mix the two and it would taste amazing?
Or rather, in the canonical form,
So we understand each other : John is some poor and kinda stupid kid from some ghetto in some indistinct townlet. One day, Mircea the Bad comes there on whatever business, sits down in the bar with his two bitches curled up at his feet and drinks a rum or something. The girls from the ghetto, for love of their country (in our example, that sad ghetto) pick John up forcibly, sit him down at the table next to mine and curl at his feet, just like the other two. They're definitely not slavegirls, they have neither the training nor the skills nor in the end the needs or structure of that relationship, and no marble columns, no gardens where water sprinkles among the cypress nor artesian fountains springing forth marzipan await them at home, but instead the nude concrete walls, the tchotchke, the bedbug infested pressed shitboard nightstand. But indifferent to all these points, they play a role to support a theory : the theory that here too, in the assghetto of shit "we got fine stuff", and a John who, even if only four letters long, is still quite as great as any Mircea come from afar.
Well, that's patriotism, the girls in this example show "love of their ghetto" and that's the thing upon which socialist Romania was built, if you're curious - a structure otherwise borrowed from Carlist Romania. Totul pentru patrie!
Matriarchy is a degenerate state, get it now ? The only possible result -- the only. possible. result. -- of "you're perfect the way you are" and "nobody should put you in your place" can't possibly be anything else, anything other, anything besides or anything beyond the shit "tasting amazing", you understand me ?
In theory this should have the impact that unable to find proper food, and proper women, and proper computers and proper-anything I'd just wither and die away somewhere, quietly. Howsoever hopeful that theory may be, it's way the fuck too late in practice. I already have all the things. The breach is already made. From here on it will just spread and widen, until it swallows up the whole "world" of shit eaters.
What can you do ?———
- Sorry, what good is chronology to me ? Just the facts, please! [↩]
- 20F Rope Bunny [↩]
- Fine, so you're aware that pizza exists exactly as a previous incarnation of the loyal girl's genius. But do you realise that mixing, as the concept, especially as applied to cooking, is a deeper thing than merely putting two things together ? That all of cooking is in fact an exercise in mixing ?