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i will never forget the time a customer approached me at work to tell me he saw a video online of employees from the same company (but different country) doing a flash mob (like a big choreographed dance in the middle of the store while working) and he suggested me and my coworkers should also do a flash mob at our location because he thought the video was so cool. AS IF that is a totally reasonable request to ask a service worker. like uh, sorry sir we are not here for your entertainment and we’re also busy working! every time i see a flash mob video it brings up this memory cause like, damn sure it’s easy to watch a flash mob but being in one?? that is so much work and coordination and very unreasonable for people who aren’t dancers or performers...like that is not real life! so unrealistic; like just please ask me to help you find a product I don’t want to dance for you
Have y'all ever seen that really really weird episode of Doctor Who with the medical spaceship and there was this pregnant dude?
It was a Jodie Whittaker episode. So.. I'm sure it was memorable in a bad way. Because of how shit the writers are...
Yeah, I just remembered this out of nowhere.
So I just had a little weird memory that my mother did and its honestly disgusting.
So sometimes I would go out and when I came back home, I was sweaty so I took a shower and washed my clothes. You know being hygienic.
But one time I just had a haircut after that, I went down Manchester to do a bit of shopping and the weather was really warm and raining. So when I came back home, I was really sweaty. So I took a shower and washed my smelly clothes. When my mother came home, she had a huge go at me because I'm waisting water and I should put on more deodorant. I'm like fucking ew, we had a huge argument on how I cant be clean and I'm ungreatful.
Now I'm living on my own I take a shower everyday because I dont want to smell. My mother smelt like BIO all of the time, but her smoking covered up her smell and her obsession with perfume and deodorant was gross. Yet I can't smell nice.... I dont fucking get her sometimes.
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i love this dungeon but it gives me motion sickness :/
when me and my best friend were like ten they insisted on playing this game that consisted of them turning into an electric blue meatball usually due to some workplace hazard or defective product and then I had to figure out how to turn them back into a person which sometimes involved feeding vanilla meatballs to them while they were a meatball and I hated this fuckass meatball game but they wanted to play it every day so they would bribe me with candy or claim over a fictional boyfriend that I didn't really want but pretended I did. Also this game supposedly took place in the universe of the Amulet graphic novels.
i remember when i was younger, i had a toy pokeball (i think as a hand me down from a relative), which would play a sound when you pressed on it. i remember finding it stupid since it didn't know all pokemon, and it guessed things wrong, so i never really played with it after a short while, until i decided to use it again after sheer boredom.
strangely enough, instead of saying anything i would expect it to say, heck, even a coherent sentence, it would just blurt out these weird words. i remember after playing that sound over and over again for hours, trying to decipher whatever message it was trying to say one day. after a while, i decided on my own it was saying the numbers "3 1 3 4". in that order. i remember playing it over and over again, i started to gain a sense of rhythm in those repeated button presses. the "3 1, 3 4" of this maybe bootleg toy pokeball was kind of like a waltz, in its rhythm. there was always a mild pause after the "3 1" before the "3 4".
i didn't touch that thing ever again. for some reason i still remember that sequence of numbers that the toy might have never even said.