Are actually a long-forgotten eldrich cryptid with a cry like death that makes the blood of men run cold in their veins, turns their hearts to stone and their minds to so much dust. Those who come to learn your name learn with it a fear they never knew they could possess. The blind see your horror. The deaf hear your cruel laughter. The ones with no feeling feel your icy talons tracing their spine. The dead tremble and roll in their graves, ever so thankful for the mercy of not having to experience the fear that is you. Soon you will return to this world, and the world will fall to chaos. As fire envelops the world, as all life perishes at your whim, you smile. For humanity should never have forsaken you.
I was eating dinner with my mom and when she went to pay I noticed a “Hooters” frequent diner card or whatever in her wallet. I asked her WTF, and she explained that a friend of hers got a coupon for the grand opening and so a group of them went for lunch just to try it out. This is a group that consists of women from their 50s into their 80s. Apparently the food decent but the service was amazing, and the servers were “all such wonderful girls, so sweet! Said it was nice to take a break from all the gross men they had to deal with.” So they decided to come back. Now they go once a week at least, and the Hooters waitresses fight each other for who gets to serve them. Anyhow I thought it was cute.
I am all for the idea of a bunch of aunties and grandmas invading a space typically dominated by men acting like gross creepers and just taking the fuck over and being nice to the ladies on staff.
Because who the fuck is gonna argue with an army of polite older ladies?
My favorite thing about the new year is that everyone has entered 2019 ready to start swinging at the first thing that moves. We’re all out here, not taking any shit, ready to fight, beautiful
