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REALLY.
I wouldn’t hate the Laundromat so much if people would just take control of their fucking kids. Why is your child screaming at the top of his lungs? He’s at least seven, and judging by the way you didn’t say a WORD to him, he doesn’t even know he’s not supposed to do that if he’s not at home.
I wouldn’t have my kids acting like that in my house, let alone in public.
Really? What the fuck.
Doctor Who set photos from Series 7 (XXX)
*man orders coffee*
Me: do you want room for cream?
Him: no.
Me: ok! That’s gonna be $2…
Him: just black.
Me: sure! It’s $2…
Him: I’m gonna put Splenda in.
Me: alright. It’s $2.6…
Him: How much is it?!
SHUT THE HELL UP AND I CAN TELL YOU!
Sorry, I don’t want to chat with you about how our shit is expensive.
If I did that with everyone who tried, I’d literally do nothing else all day.
Yes, it’s expensive. Buy it or don’t, it doesn’t affect me either way. Making jokes about how it’s expensive will not make me laugh. You really think you’re the first clever person to chuckle “har-har-HAR can’t afford nothin else!”
The best you’re going to get us a half-assed grin. AT BEST.
You won’t hurt my feelings if you don’t buy it. Really.
Fuck you. You probably didn’t.
This reminds of the people that watch me make their hot drink and set it on the counter before snottily snapping “UH. I said ICED.”
BITCH, no you didn’t. You THOUGHT iced. I can’t read your fucking mind.
Did you actually READ the books? REALLY?
1.) if you could just pick, what would be the point of the sorting hat?
2.) That was ONE INSTANCE. As far as we know. Harry Potter was the chosen one. THE. CHOSEN. ONE. Are YOU the chosen one? No. So stfu.
3.) I’m sure in the Potter universe, there were…
I had to reblog this, because the Sorting Hat did let me choose. I answered all the questions on Pottermore, and it asked which I would rather be in, Gryffindor or Slytherin. So I think that the Sorting Hat takes into consideration what House people want to be in, if their heart isn’t inclined to a certain House already.
And Harry told Albus Severus that the Hat listens to want you want.
Yes, in the rare instance you’re split directly down the middle. And Harry would still only know that the hat listened to HIM, so that’s an irrelevant point.
To all the morons complaining that “the sorting hat is supposed to take your opinion into account!” or “it’s supposed to let you choose!”
Did you actually READ the books? REALLY?
1.) if you could just pick, what would be the point of the sorting hat?
2.) That was ONE INSTANCE. As far as we know. Harry Potter was the chosen one. THE. CHOSEN. ONE. Are YOU the chosen one? No. So stfu.
3.) I’m sure in the Potter universe, there were kids who thought they would be sorted into a different house and weren’t. Obviously it’s happened before because they’re all nervous when they put the hat on.
In conclusion, you get what you get and you don’t get upset. Live with it and move on with your life.
An emergency on your part does not equal an emergency on mine.
Do NOT walk up to my counter and say, “Can I have a Venti Zen tea, and I’m in a hurry”. 1, a Venti cup of hot water takes longer to pull than pulling an espresso shot and steaming milk for a latte (at least on my machine). 2, I can only go as fast as I can. I’m not gonna burn myself because you’re “in a hurry”. Plan ahead.
In addition, your drink order requires both an adjective (size) and a noun (WTF do you want?). Saying you want simply a “Venti” or a “Mocha” requires more information.
It saddens/annoys/bewilders/amazes me
…when I go on Facebook and I see all these people with babies. People I went to high school with, friends of high school friends, siblings of high school friends talking about “time to see if my baby can sleep without me now D:” or “GOD BABY GO TO BED SO I CAN SLEEP D’8” and ‘jesus mary christ mah baby is so qte” and I’m just like “lolol night bitches”/”what is this baby thing you speak of”/”get it away from me”
D:
Honestly, if I have to read one more post about how “blessed” they are for their “little angel”, I may stab myself in the eyeball.
