Home for Freaky Barbers

Man at my job just told me to “hold your little horsies just a little longer ☺️” about the task I’ve been waiting for him to complete or at the very least update me on for six weeks. Brendan, I will fuck your adult son. You’re gonna start seeing me at family Christmas. Horsies in tow.

Place: archipelago of small islands, if only there was a way to figure out which was the one where a famed pirate had stashed his booty

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'Oooh if you do what you love you'll never work a day in your life' false. I'm a glassblower. I love glass more than (almost) anything else. And I have worked. Every day. For the past four weeks. And I am just as burnt out and depressed and miserable as when I was killing myself working at the Home Depot. All of that labor is tainted with the knowledge that if I hadn't done it I wouldn't have been able to eat. Or live indoors. Or support my partner. Capitalism is hell, dont let anyone fucking lie to you and imply that if youre fucked up about it you're just doing it wrong.