I Think They Actually Mentioned Somewhere That Its A 3000 Year Timeskip, So They’re Most Probably Dead.(Unless

when i was a kid, i thought shonen heroes kind of overdid the “friendship is important” thing, but now that i’ve grown up i find myself tearing up and my heart grows three sizes sometimes when my friends call me by pet names or just do the smallest stuff for me like printing things and like… I’m sorry I doubted you naruto you were right all along my friends ARE my heart

Kai-kun’s choice of Biscuits….? (Or Gaillard’s…?)

If women had been more able to contribute to society back in the day then the world would have probably advanced about 50% faster.

so I got into grad school today with my shitty 2.8 gpa and the moral of the story is reblog those good luck posts for the love of god

YES.

JuSt So YoU KnOw!!!

Yeah.

okay so, I have a Story about a customer we had tonight

so this guy in a fancy denim cowboy shirt (a jirt, if you will) came in during our dinner rush and ordered two burritos. the girl (T) doing the hot station (beans and rice and meat) was like "okie dokie, what do you want on them?"

this guy goes "I want Everything on the burritos, except the corn, jalapeños, and cheese."

T pauses to check

"You want Everything?"

"Yes, all the meats, and then all the vegetables."

"So you want... the steak, and the chicken, and the white meat chicken, and the ground beef, and the pulled pork, and the tofu?"

"What's tofu?"

"A soybean protein, comes in spongy blocks."

"You had me at protein, put it on!"

T turns to me. "Can we... can we do that?"

I slap on my manager tone of voice. "Sir, each extra scoop is going to be about $2.09-2.59 each, is that okay?"

he reassures us that is fine. I okay the Frankenburrito

T starts making his burritos. with each extra scoop the mound of food gets larger and larger. she is sweating bullets by the time she slides the first burrito to the cold table

so tonight was the first night J the new boy had been working cold. he has zero experience rolling burritos previous to the last two hours

he looks at this thing and goes "Do i.... have to?" o_o

absolutely not

I step up to the table and start piling on lettuce and pico de gallo and guac and onions and cucumbers and olives and cilantro

when I am done I look down at this thing, I look up at this man, and i sigh

Sir, I don't mean to question your life choices, but can I put this in a bowl? there is no way I can roll this.

"No it's fine," he insists. "Just use another tortilla to like, extend them out, and then roll it up."

....

Sir.

"You can do this, it'll be fine!"

so i get another 12" tortilla

like kinda overlap them?

and then sorta?? roll one into the other so it is a literal Tube of Meat

the ends did not fold in there was no Containing this thing

I grabbed another foil wrapper so I could roll this thing into two of them and kinda smash the ends in

I squinted at the customer

"It's great, it's fine!" he says, cheerfully

T hands me the Second Burrito

I do it ALL OVER AGAIN

and then take these two giant lumps to the cashier

the cashier, A, is looking over in horror

"[Kiry], how do I even ring those up???"

it's okay, I've got this

the man requests no chips, so I pack each burrito (which for some scale is about the size of a small puppy each) sideways in a paper bag and put them in a plastic bag for carry out

I ring him up, adding scoop after scoop

$47.20 y'all, for two burritos

A is about to die

"$47.20????"

"that is what you get when you get fuckin Noah's Ark over here!!" I say

I may have been having a stroke by that point

the man laughs and hands over his card np

"Are you okay?" he asks me

I am terrific

"Are you mad at me?"

Sir, this is the most delighted I have been in days. I am going to go on the internet and tell Everyone I Know this story

he is ecstatic. he takes his burritos, wishes us a great night, and leaves

I am unsure what kind of eldrich being is currently unhinging his jaw to devour these burritos since he was wearing a gaiter the whole time, but i wish him well

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Hot take: Actual literary analysis requires at least as much skill as writing itself, with less obvious measures of whether or not you’re shit at it, and nobody is allowed to do any more god damn litcrit until they learn what the terms “show, don’t tell” and “pacing” mean.