I.Am.Fuckin'.Craving.For.A.Big-ass.Decent.Burger. And a big pile of greasy bacon and hot bread and maybe some salad greens and mayo and mustard to go with it.
It's a funny thing, having work. you have work, work hard even. then you get your salary.
*flashback, a month before getting work and getting that first paycheck*
'i'm soooo going to buy this and that and eat there and here and…'
*end flashback*
now when you get your hard-earned, tax-deducted salary, you start thinking like this:
'oh, i won't eat there or buy this for now, better save for this and that…'
'fuck! this is expensive! i won't eat here, i'll just go back to cold packed home-cooked lunches and tepid water and MSG-laden chips and…'
where's the justice in that? you work your ass off, then you scrimp on yourself. that's not right… i think. then again, the miser in me is now branding me a heathen ad denouncing me for being a *gasp* spendthrift. maybe it's the upbringing. still. i want my burger. and my bacon. and the pizza. and…
(no, don't wonder why i became this big-ass porcine version of Homo sapien.)
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