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Me: Bro I think this ramen shop is illegal. Friend: What. tiny alleyway in Tokyo. NO sign outside, just one red lantern and suspicious confidence. inside: five seats, one chef, one jazz song playing on loop like psychological experiment. Chef points silently. we sit, no menu. Me whispering: I think we entered food mafia. Chef: Regular or dangerous. Friend: ...what does dangerous mean. Chef: You cry a little. Me instantly: Two dangerous. Friend: I hate that man. ramen arrives looking innocent. first bite. immediate spiritual collapse. I could hear colors. chef watching calmly while I fought for citizenship. random businessman beside me nodding respectfully: Good suffering. Me crying but refusing to quit: I PAID FOR THIS PAIN. then chef suddenly places extra chili paste in front of us. Friend: Brother why. Chef: You still speaking clearly. THIS MAN WAS TRYING TO LEVEL THE ENCOUNTER. by the end I looked like I'd seen war. chef finally smiled slightly and said: Not bad. most terrifying compliment I've ever received.

i challenge anyone who listens to music for 6+ hours a day to quit for a week to: 1) realize it's an addiction 2) realize how much better your thoughts become

The newest Adidas running shoe just dropped. The Adizero Prime X Evo - price $500

This hot piece of ass married me 20 years ago today. She’s put up with enough unhinged bullshit to fill all of S3 and I’m not sure why she’s still here, but I’m grateful she is ♥️

Okay. Honestly. Am I missing something? When did the holy garment become just an undershirt? This is wrong.