so i didnt know this about smash for glory. apparently theres a blacklisted server you get redirected to if you get reported enough, and it is such a salt mine.
The blacklist server changes a person.
Imagine if they did this with IRL sports, like if you have enough fouls in basketball you get sent to Dark Basketball and have to play against a bunch of other bastards
i would actually care about sports if that were the case
‘man doesn’t know how to take care of the child he helped create’ ads Do Not Warm My Heart.
Exactly.
Legit like that Amazon echo commercial where he needs to be told where important things for his child are and how he even gets annoyed at all the reminders but it ends “nicely” because he wife loves him and tells him he is doing great even though it’s clear that he never did shit for that baby because he was so flustered and unorganized.
It’s so annoying that the bare minimum is allowed to fly like that
remember being little and thinking dandelions were fun or a pretty color or something and every adult in an 80 mile radius wouldn’t let you say that without screaming ITS A WEED
I work at a coffee shop and have gotten all my co-workers to start calling lattes “hot milkybois”
I also got everyone to refer to the salted caramel blended drink as “the big salty” and I consider it one of my greatest accomplishments
Oh yeah and any time someone orders a hazelnut latte with almond milk (which specifically is a weirdly popular drink) I say “one HOT NUT latte coming right up!”
My coworkers have not latched on to this one like they did with the others for some reason.
I forgot to mention I also pronounce “hot chocolate” like “hot cocklate”… because I’m awful.
please give us updates
Our largest drink size is affectionately referred to as “Texas Size” so sometimes when I hand it out in the drive-thru I like to say, “Here’s that TEXAS SIZE [drink] for ya, YEEEEHAW!”
And some people look at me as though I have just made their entire day while others look like they they could not possibly get away from me soon enough. Both reactions are equally satisfying.
I made this into a game except when I hand out the Texas-size drinks I say “Can I get a YEEHAW?” And the guests always look mortified but occasionally one of them will let out a terrified “yeehaw” and all my coworkers cheer and then we keep a running tally of how many yeehaws we each get on the back of a pastry bag.
