@anitforfashion and I were talking about things we could do together when we see each other in a couple months, and he mentioned making a cake together. I then started asking questions about the size of the cake, whether or not we were making it from scratch, and if we would be buying the icing along with decorating it.
And I quote ââŚI didnât realize this would be so complex!â
A kid at work has decided that they donât want to play with the kitchen set, and donât want to play Barbies, but would instead rather take the them-sized stove and the Barbie-sized stove and pretend that theyâre mommy and baby stoves.
The baby stove is currently at stove school, which is for stoves.
The mommy stove is at work, and apparently makes soup for a living, which I know because this kid is has been chanting, âI MAKE SOUP AND I DO IT ALL DAY / EVERY SINGLE SOUP SECOND, EVERY SINGLE SOUP WAY,â louder and louder and higher and higher to the point where itâs now either being sung by the worldâs loudest mouse or the worldâs most out-of-breath six-year-old.
so apparently when my sister and i were little we took golfing classes and we got kicked out after a week. the reason being that the old white male instructor kept calling my 4 year old sister Maria âMaryâ after she told him several times that her name is pronounced Maria. anyway, at one point, he tells her âwell, that doesnât matter anymore. youâre in America now.â and that distressed my sister so much that she hit him with her golf club.
thatâs not what did the damage, though. what fucked that old dude up is that i saw my sister hit him from where i was standing and i ran over and started beating him with MY golf club. my mom says that i didnât know what the hell was happening, but i squared up.
thatâs why we got kicked out.
I support your unconditional readiness to throw hands for your sister