Saturday, 07 October 2017 01:12 PM
I worked for 48 hours at The Arby's in Greeley. The staff meeting at the end of the night consists of a Satanic ritual that consisted of all the employees kissing the beef and yelling at the horsey sauce. That,s what keeps it so tangy. - The manager eventually brought out a cup of calf blood and said some things in latin. - my initiation to the "B's" (as they called it) was to drink from the chalce (it was just a cup from Spencer's that had bedazzled writing, "Party Like A Slut.") They made me drink the blood and we had to dance around a pile of sesame seed buns. - The next morning I had an "A" scar just above my left nipple. It looked like it had been branded with a hot metal of some sort. I looked in the mirror and my eyes were different. They looked calm but demonic. -- At my next shift, they had me on the deep fryer. The lead cook told me that the fryer is actually a portal to hell. "It's a DEEP fryer. The fries go down, and the ones that are not yet ready are left in Satan's lobby below." I was scared... The job was very strict. A highschooler named Dean was cleaning the windows and he missed a spot, so the manager pulled him into the freezer. While calmly working I could hear the screams and the constant sound of human flesh being beating within. Thhe lady at the drive through (driving her mini cooper) asked, "What is that awful sound?" I hesitated. "Um that's just how we tenderize the sweet sweet beef within your meal." I don't know what overcame me, but by the end of the shift I was bleeding horse radish out of my eyes. - Perry, the guy who treats the sauces, told me that this was normal. -- I went home and never returned. With the exception of the day I gave back my badge, apron, and standard issued handgun ( all employess are given a gun before their first shift) The manager looked at me from his desk and quietly whispered, "You may have left thia branch, but your soul belongs to the beef kings now." He sighed, "Son, there is no going back.. I will pray for you and your family, for it is not he who leaves the Arby's that frees himn No. It is only the Arby's who frees the man." -- I graduated in the spring and I have a nice house two years later. A wife, kids, a Prius. But something about that weekend, something about the drums from the ritual. I feel as if I am lost. I need to go back. To see more. I need the beef.
Saturday, 07 October 2017 10:20 AM
in response to the sorority girl upset about her boyfriend not being allowed into a fraternity party, the reasoning is actually very simple. during a party each fraternity puts themselves at risk for liability if people get too drunk, things get damaged, etc. they are willing to take on that risk for the girls because without girls there is no party. however for the guys, if they do not know them, or if they are not part of the fraternity it is a liability risk that fraternities are not typically willing to take on. it has nothing to do with sexism or anything the like. it is just a liability issue.
Friday, 06 October 2017 11:08 PM
TBH I stopped being sexually attracted to women after getting to where I see them as complex human beings. I am a eunuch now.
Friday, 06 October 2017 05:20 PM
I'm a sorority girl and I hate how sexist most fraternity parties are. My boyfriend and I just wanna go out and have a good time and they'll let me in in a heart beat but won't let my boyfriend in. Their argument is that "We don't know him." Well you don't know me, and you're willing to let me in. I'm not a sex toy begging to be fucked by you guys. My boyfriend isn't going to try to steal any of your "ass" either. You guys think you're the hottest shit but you're not. Get your egos out of asses.
Thursday, 28 September 2017 10:54 PM
Almost thirty and it wasn't until a few years ago that I realized I was a complete piece of shit with a horrible personality. I've been trying to change ever since. Learned a lot about how to be a good person. I'm educated now and more aware of how the world works, so I try to apply that to my consciousness and alter my shitty emotions I've felt through most of my life but it's like I'm always playing a difficult song where I know all of the notes but don't know how to make it sound like actual music. In my mind I know how to change and know how to behave to be less of a POS, but it never comes off as genuine for whatever reason. I wish I knew where to go from here. Is it possible that you can be a piece of shit for so long that genuine change can't happen, even if you're only in your 20's? How does one have a true change of heart without making everyone around them think that you are virtue signaling or have ulterior motives or something? I want to be a part of loving, intelligent society, not end up around other pieces of shit. I want to better myself but it seems so difficult and I feel like such a hypocrite every time I attempt it.
Thursday, 28 September 2017 12:39 AM
Can all ya'll start using Condoms?
It's kind of sad how many single mom's there are.
At least get an ugly girl pregnant, leave the pretty ones alone.
Wednesday, 27 September 2017 12:26 AM
I feel like an awful person. I am very in love with my boyfriend. I've been with him for years, and I know he's the one. Lately though I have felt super guilty about a dream I had. It involved sex with a coworker. Now every time I look at him, I just think of the dream.....I feel like I'm subconsciously cheating. I know it sounds stupid, but in just don't feel like I should be having those kind of dreams.
Tuesday, 26 September 2017 01:27 PM
I have always wondered... how do couples get involved into orgies? Are orgies a thing at this college? Where do I even get an invite for one? I do not want to cheat on my girl, but dam do I want one.