Originally Posted by WhateverDude

I GOT THE JOB BISHES SAY WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAT???!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Yep. Done got me a job as a prep/line cook at a posh mawfukkin rest-o-raunt in the Russian Hills. Impressed Mr.Chef Jason last night, got long r-e-s-p-e-c-t. I get the job, killin ittttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttt. Finallly. Been waitin so long. That reward tho- after waitin so long- for somebody to say 'yeah man, we want you around'. the feels, in muh heart, they s'plodin', bruhs n' sis-bruhs. So much feels. Too long I waits for dis, now, she show up on my doorstep like: ' Mikael, cvm, cvm hither. Work thyself, bounty shall be rewardeth'. Yes, mistress. Taste and smell- they stinging, salty, hearty prospect of my labor- She shall reward me and I thank her in advance for it. Death still haunts me, beckons me on the regular even. But life, should I make the right choices, she beckons too. And Life's song is oh so much so more sweet.

Originally Posted by J.R.R. Tolkien

There is only one bright spot and that is the growing habit of disgruntled men of dynamiting factories and power-stations; I hope that, encouraged now as ‘patriotism’, may remain a habit! But it won’t do any good, if it is not universal.