Happy and hot dogs go together.
Happy and chocolate go together.
But happy and healthy do not go together.
| — | Joan Rivers, “Joan Knows Best” |
You know who I can’t fucking stand?
A restater. Yeah, a restater. That’s right. I just invented new vocabulary.
A restater is someone who takes information that’s just been said, rewords it, and contributes it back as if it’s new information. And NOBODY NOTICES THIS BULLSHIT HAPPENS. People applaud restaters. And for what? Regurgitating words? For example:
Bossman Bill: We really need to start communicating to other team members to make sure that we’re consistent with our policies.
Restater Rebecca: Yeah, guys. Because, like, if we don’t TALK to each other, how will our coworkers know what our policies are?
Bossman Bill: Yes, Restater Rebecca. Exactly.
Restater Rebecca: *grins proudly*
Harmony: *bangs head against wall*
You’re not contributing anything new, REBECCA. All you’ve fucking done is successfully waste everyone’s time. Congratulations.
Thanks, Florida, for granting me the ugliest thing I’ve ever found in a thrift store. Ever. Seriously. Why the shit does this exist?
Anyways, totally in love with this creepy ass clown.








