give me a break I'm supposed to be the big scary edater here. you have to be afraid of me or something.
I learned some Russian while in Ukraine and I know enough Cyrillic to pick up words that are loan words from English, like снайпер.
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You picked that up from playing dota, don't lie.
A total amount of (0) people care whatsoever.
SNAIPYER SOOKA BLYAT MID
I'm a first year medical student, and I work part time at a local supermarket. Besides me there 7 other employees. I mainly unload cargo and take note of inventory but I also sometimes work the register when the need arises. Every Tuesday at 6pm I have to be the one who closes up shop. Since we are a small local store there are no cameras and I'm the only one who stays behind until 6pm that day. In the last few weeks, I have taken the liberty of taking home with me one devilish orange from the produce bin containing "Italian Oranges". It started off normal. My original idea was to draw the face of @nigger froot on it and record a video of me practicing my surgical suturing skills. I would post it on the sharty, and it would net me a lot of (you)'s. As my scalpel exposed the flowing nectar of the sweet fruit something stirred deep inside me. My hand was shaking as the suture needle punctured the bumpy skin of that dreadful little ball. It was not disgust, no, it was fear. Fear, because I knew that for the rest of my life I would be chasing this feeling. The exact same sense of doom felt by the future opioid addict as he smokes his first line of heroin off a foil. Slicing chunks of flesh and molding an orange to my desire felt as good as oxycodone, like a warm blanket over you washing away worries. I could not post the video, my heavy breathing and shaking rendered it creepy. I couldn't stomach watching it anyways, I dry heaved into my trashcan. I wondered what was wrong with me. I guess it's no use to linger over it now. As I type this carcasses of oranges litter my trashcan, and an orange fruit with froot's face on it sits dissected like a frog in a metal tray on my desk. People keep asking me why I smell so citrusy, and I barely compose myself as I tell them I bought a new perfume. This is my life now. Please never repeat my mistake.
I was in Odessa the entire time, unfortunately didn't get to travel at all.
