This morning I went to get donuts for breakfast before work with plenty of time. I got in line and there were just two people in front of me. Two people who had, apparently, lived their entire 60+ years without ever learning that donuts existed. So they spent 30 minutes asking for in depth descriptions of every donut, as an example of the conversation, when they were told what the glazed donut was, their reaction was, “Oh, that sounds far too sweet.” If a glazed donut is too sweet for you, donuts may not be your bag.
After the glazed donuts there were still 15 more types of donuts to go through. The rest of the staff refused to meet my gaze.
They decided not to get donuts that morning.
Highlights of my handwriting style
DON’T EVEN FUCKING TALK TO ME ABOUT THE LIBRARY OF ALEXANDRIA
FUCK NOW I’M UPSET
Oh yeah, that tome of history compiled by a Mesopotamian priest on the History of the World, supposedly spanning back 40,000 years of history?
Fucking gone. Gone forever.
not necessarily even history, though. just knowledge. information books, man. books.
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