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I'll go first: I'm not actually the famed reclusive author Thomas Pynchon.

I was actually Richard Hell from Television and The Voidoids, the whole time.

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[–] tamagotchicowboy@hexbear.net 3 points 3 weeks ago

Someone left a cheesestick in the fridge at work for a month, one day I got hit by the starvings and ate it. It was sitting alone there a whole month no name on it getting shuffled all over the empty ass fridge. Then that day figures, coworker was looking for her aged back to the big bang cheesestick. Also whenever you have to break bad news at work or talk about a fuck up inc bring bribe food, the worse the news the more delicious your consolation snack should be. I had to miss out a lot on work, so I brought the most unhealthy snack I could conjure up, seemed to work out in my favor.

For years I would get in for like a dollar at the pool since under 18s got in for a dollar, I was damn 31 still doing it.

At work there was some hot dude chasing his toddler who was being legendarily bad running everywhere and grabbing random shit, first the troubled father caught me eyeing him, I simply couldn't help it man was built like a centaur for years, obviously he was furious, then he was enraged that I loled at his agony of chasing the child. I still laugh when I think of it cuz the child jumped onto a display of jeans and beamed a smile and danced like an evil monkey while the father lost the ability to speak but angry grunts. There was some rando old lady and she also loled, so I don't feel so bad.