“this guy posted this and complained about his girl friend not being there to cook. Hes about 30.”
i bet all those fucking idiots that love those “lolol bitch go back to the kitchen make me a sammich” jokes secretly just fucking suck at making sandwiches and have miniature dicks. i can make a fucking excellent sandwich; it’s an essential skill to have, one that i’m proud of. if i was a girl and my husband/boyfriend could not only not cook, but couldn’t even make an edible sandwich, i’d be asking myself: “if this guy lacks the self respect to look after himself, instead demanding that of me, where does that leave me as a human being and what is the purpose of this relationship?”
onto this sandwich in the making - fucking woeful. you can almost sense this weary 30 year old standing there, stomach hanging over the belt, hands on hips with a big disappointed pout thinking: “oh man i wish didn’t waste the last 10 years thinking hungry jacks promotional burgers were as gourmet as it gets.” i bet he takes his girlfriend out to romantic dates at oporto. laughing out loud at the onion, yuck, imagine biting into this shit? it would taste like a licking someone’s back. i hope she cheats on you, you break up, become an alcoholic and wind up alone in a boarding house.
Alone in a boarding house is like standing on the nadir of forever alone and having the floor fall through. You plunge about seven kilometers further to your death which goes unnoticed by everyone
If you rely so much on others to feed you that you think raw white onion goes on a sandwich you have a serious problem.
