How dare you post this in shitpost? I giggled and related to it… these are not the qualities of a shitpost.
How dare you post this in shitpost? I giggled and related to it… these are not the qualities of a shitpost.
They were probably hoping for a two birds scenario
That happened already and it fell apart yesterday.
Can: Produce offspring, clean Can’t: Live, Exist, breathe (probably)
If they made fresh chicken that place would be so fire. Unfortunately every time I’ve been there every piece of my meal- chicken, fries, Mac- all taste approximately 4-8 hours old. It’s inedible garbage that tastes as though if it were fresh it would be some of the most bomb chicken I’ve ever had. I’ve even got at different times of day when it would most likely be fresh, but apparently they make all their food at 5AM just for it to sit under heat lamps until they close… then reheat that same trash the following day just to save money.
Try telling that to Cuba
Hammer Smashed Face by Cannibal Corpse. Something about the soft tones and slow rhythm just put my mind in a very gentle state.
I mean, we could instead go with hemp…
The excavator song by Blippi, although the repeat request was by my 3 yo, I obliged because that song is a lowkey banger.
Cutting my food would just make it more akin to life now, so they won’t have much luck there. Getting parole I generally wouldn’t expect, but when facing a parole board I’d mention that being a slave falls under my own definition of cruel and unusual, so I refuse, and if that doesn’t sway them, I’m likely fucked regardless. Being transferred to a more dangerous unit would likely lead to death, but as I’ve said multiple times in this post, better dead than a slave. Overall, if my choices are slavery that likely ends in being maimed and then death, or not being a slave and then dying, I’ll take the latter any day of the week.
No, I haven’t. Like I said in my other reply to you, I was never caught for my shit. I understand sleep debt being full is a thing, but you don’t understand my ability to sleep for lengthy periods. And like I said in my original post, I can find endless ways to entertain myself. Would it be an ideal situation? Obviously far from it, but you work with what you’ve got.
Im going to answer in order- 1. No I say this as someone who never got caught for my shit (not saying it to seem hard or cool, just answering your question) and since everything that I’ve done has no negative impact on others- 2. I know what crimes I’ve committed, and since they never harmed anyone, regardless of how I know I’m guilty of doing them- 3. My conscience would say something to the effect of, “this is absolute bullshit, and I would rather die than become a slave over some bullshit. What I did may not have been even close to worthy of a death sentence, from the sounds of how those who actually do work are treated, it’s likely to be a death sentence regardless (70% working in unsafe conditions, I know how that shit ends). So I might as well die knowing that I’m not being forced into some bullshit that removes all dignity from my existence.”
I was talking about one single person, myself. I literally posed it as myself being in this situation. You are obviously literate enough to write that whole diatribe that I’m not going to waste my time reading, but you are too stupid to notice that I wasn’t talking about anyone but myself. Get fucked dude lmfao
wtf are you smoking? I am speaking from my own personal opinion that I’d rather be dead than a slave any day. If someone else in the system wants to be a slave, that’s on them. But I would rather die than work for pennies or less of compensation just to line the pockets of some already wealthy corporation.
Yeah, as I said in another comment, better dead than a slave.
Better dead than a slave any day.
Who need stimulation? Sleep is stimulating enough. Also, I’m pretty adept at creating games and tiny things to occupy my mind and time. Being a kid pre internet with few homies around definitely prepared me for such an occurrence. And I get it, it’d be that but for months on end, but if it prevents me from being a slave, then such is life.
Thats probably what he’s hoping will happen so all his rich friends can once again act like they live there so that’s where their minuscule tax payments will go.