Wholesome twist endings are always so delightful.

Hell, in a few days, it'll be August.

I get what this post is trying to say, but as a whole, society, (Americans at least), seems to not care that lactose intolerance is a thing, and consumes the dairy anyway.

That doesn't even look real.

Gosh, it's been long enough that I've forgotten how the meme even started.

Kitty so smooth.

It gets even better when it's somehow cheaper to buy the entire bundle of games instead of only just the 3-4 you wanted.
And I don't mean cheaper per game, I mean the overall price of the entire pack.

Big 55-Gal. Gravel, a couple large rocks, both plastic and living plants.
We had like a couple hundred guppies, (probably not literally, but it was a lot of guppies), three goldfish, and three cories, (that quickly grew to an entire school).
And before anyone asks, yes, we kept the gold fish divided from the guppies.

The funny thing is, I really hate when someone fakes their own death for a prank, but I always hope that deaths like this are fake. Even if just for a moment.

While that sounds like the kind of shenanigans Wonka would get up to, that just sounds so out of place with the first one.

*Sigh*
Well, may he rest in peace.

My favorite variation of this type of joke is Phineas telling Ferb "Not yet," when he pulls out a mace.
Like two ten year old boys completely decided that clobbering a full grown adult with a melee weapon was a suitable Plan B.

That sounds oh so subtly threatening.
But at this point, whatever works.

Honestly, if you have errands to run after work, probably don't offer to give your coworker a ride home. They want to be home just as much as you do.
If that's the only way they're safely getting home, then it is what it is, but otherwise, probably don't.

And then you have people who don't give a damn that you have social anxiety, and deliberately pressure you, until you're past visibly uncomfortable, to do the thing, solely because they've decided that you absolutely have to be the one to do it, and you don't get any help from them whatsoever.

They're most likely required by corporate policy to do that. They'd probably rather just hand you the blizzard and move on to the next customer.

That's a bit generalistic though.
Sure, don't do that if you had a messy break up, still harbor romantic feelings for them, or any other background of negativity.
But if I amicably broke up with my (non-existent) ex, and he asked for a good weeknight dinner recipe, or wanted to know the brand of hair product I'm using, sure I would respond.

Aw, what a good boi.
May you pass peacefully and quickly into the doggy afterlife.
(Yes, I know that's morbid, but think about it, he's not going to have much longer to live).

Sad thing is, there are some black people who'd let such an award inflate their egos, and use it as a point of superiority and pride.
In short, I think those teens have the right expression for that nonsense.