|—||Two non English speakers who share the same first language while chatting on the net, probably (via ignitiondorks)|
I had a dream last night that I worked at McDonalds and I was behind the counter when this guy dressed in a tuxedo (with white dickie and tie) was snapping his fingers for a server. I went I over and he asked to see our “darkest red” and I knew he was talking about wine so I said “sir, this is McDonalds. The darkest red we have here is ketchup” and he had me pour him a glass of ketchup and he drank it while looking me directly in the eye.
i will do a lot of things but admitting im cold to my mum who told me to bring a jacket isn’t one of them