Skulloco
Loosing blood... gimme yours!
Destiny. Here's why.
Picture this big, fancy new restaurant opening up just down the street from you. Everybody is jazzed about it from children who think being cool is cool, to older folks who actually know what the internet is. So this restaurant is promising you these amazing dishes that you've never heard of from seafood to steak to burgers to dessert. Man, this place sounds rad. So you make plans with your homies to reserve a seat.
It's opening day! You get your seat and you and your fellow fleshbags are wicked hyped for this food. The waiters/waitresses look fancy as fuck, they're funny and entertaining, the interior decor is dope tingz. This food will actually be bonkers. So you get your order in. Feeling good. Feelin' fine as wine if wine were good.
Then you see it. Your food on its way on those dumb little push carts. It rolls up to your table and the waiter removes the lid. As the stream escapes there it is. The thing your ordered. It's a turd. And as you look up you see your waiter in full sprint running out through the back. As the back doors swing open you see one microwave and that's it.
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Picture this big, fancy new restaurant opening up just down the street from you. Everybody is jazzed about it from children who think being cool is cool, to older folks who actually know what the internet is. So this restaurant is promising you these amazing dishes that you've never heard of from seafood to steak to burgers to dessert. Man, this place sounds rad. So you make plans with your homies to reserve a seat.
It's opening day! You get your seat and you and your fellow fleshbags are wicked hyped for this food. The waiters/waitresses look fancy as fuck, they're funny and entertaining, the interior decor is dope tingz. This food will actually be bonkers. So you get your order in. Feeling good. Feelin' fine as wine if wine were good.
Then you see it. Your food on its way on those dumb little push carts. It rolls up to your table and the waiter removes the lid. As the stream escapes there it is. The thing your ordered. It's a turd. And as you look up you see your waiter in full sprint running out through the back. As the back doors swing open you see one microwave and that's it.
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