Would you get a job?

>>938037671 (OP)
Look here you log nigger spook gook chink kike spic wop greaser tranny faggot gypsy piece of.shit, simo haya lost to loki in Ragnarok round 11, and that means that humanity is only one loss away from being wiped out by the gods. Dont you even care? You piece of shit you should've used your meme expertise to stop this from happening, but nooooooooooo you wanted to spam log memes. Now look what's happened. Now, how will Simos' dog be able to see his master again when Simo's being sent to Nifhel? You inconsiderate disgusting worthless log nigger filthy piece of salamander shit, you awful excuse for a human being now how will trans people be able to exist when the gods are getting closer to wiping them out? How can we worship God when we get wiped out by Zeus and the the other God's? Fuck you fuck this thread fuck all of you log niggers for not helping simo beat Loki and helping to save the human race you traitors to the human race i hope all of you log niggers get lymahced to fucking death. Lu Bu, Adam, Raiden, Nikola Tesla, Leonidas, and now Simo died because of you log niggers GO FUCK YOURSELVES N O W!!!!!!!!!

>>938037726
avatar use

>>938037726
Do you put that much effort into your job resume?

>>938037746
Maybe? I'd like to get a real job, but it's hard in this economy

>>938037726
Loki was raped by a horse lmfao

>>938037726
Eustace:
>I-IM NOT REAL IM A CARTOON CHARACTER!!!!!!!!!
Also Eustace:
>L-LOKI IS GONNA CAUSE HUMAN EXTINCTION ANY DAY NOW IM NOT SCHIZOPHRENIC!!!!!!!!!

>>938037671 (OP)
no :3

>>938038101
yes, but the job has to be really bad or the money bad enough so it's not worth it.

>>938039695
Would you do it for a pooby snack?

>>938039597
kek
e btfo

>>938042436
E
E never told anyone why he only went to the beach at sunrise.
It wasn’t for the quiet or the colors — though both were nice.
It was the stillness, the in-between.
No crowds. No eyes. Just waves.

He lived in a small town. The kind where people knew before you told them, but still expected you to keep it a secret.
And E was tired of secrets.

E worked at the mechanic’s shop. Good with his hands, quiet with his words.
The boys joked about girls.
E smiled, but never joined in.

He had a notebook full of drawings.
Of cities he wanted to escape to.
Of boys he wanted to kiss.
Of a life where he wasn’t just surviving.

One day, a new guy came into the shop. His name was Liam.
He had a chipped tooth, kind eyes, and music in his voice.
He asked E about the drawing pinned above his workbench — a streetlight and two shadows almost touching.

E lied.
Said it was nothing.
But Liam looked at him like it was everything.

They started talking.
Then walking.
Then meeting by the dunes before the sun woke up the town.

And one morning, E kissed him.
It was soft, and scared, and right.

He didn't tell anyone.
Not yet.
But that day, when the boys joked again, E didn’t fake a laugh.

He just smiled.
Because he had kissed the boy with the kind eyes.
And in that moment, E was not a secret.
He was real.
And free.