ドラマチックに人が死ぬストーリー

listening to a podcast comprised entirely of white hosts and the subject matter is a Chinese man and they cannot prounce his last name to save his life

sighing, dejected: at least 3/4 of them can say "Iran" correctly.

Need money for gas + my gf's doctor's appointment again 🙃

trying to get the funny medieval peasants to try my future dorito and accidentally stumbling onto the communal fencepost hosting one of many rural german cat-mutilating games that will later be a wedge in relations between the urban and agricultural communities, shocking me into a months-long silence

getting served what can only be described as "mold from a random log of fallen wood floating in a stein of watered-down beer" as a gift in return for the doritos and getting an experience that can only be described as "Protestant Ayahuasca"

going south to seek some sort of normalcy which I might disrupt, where in the refuge I am served something which dripped from a statue. I ask what it is. it's from the bones inside, I am told, and it leaks forever, and it brings an ecstatic state

drinking this and getting hit with an experience that can only be described as "counter-reformation fentanyl overdose"

trying to get the funny medieval peasants to try my future dorito and accidentally stumbling onto the communal fencepost hosting one of many rural german cat-mutilating games that will later be a wedge in relations between the urban and agricultural communities, shocking me into a months-long silence

getting served what can only be described as "mold from a random log of fallen wood floating in a stein of watered-down beer" as a gift in return for the doritos and getting an experience that can only be described as "Protestant Ayahuasca"

medieval peasants actually had access to far more Doritos than we do nowadays