How it feels when your PCP tells you to take your iron supplements with orange juice but you live alone and you can’t find any jugs of orange juice smaller than a half gallon so you have to keep chugging it on your own before it expires in less than a week
"Another Man's Jeans" by Ashe. Underrated blorbo song, not every blorbo song has to be about yearning and heartache, sometimes it can just be two idiots being dumb horny. Talk to me.
[Then I'm going to crown the sandwich with my two crabs. I come back with the Ramano and do a little top garnish. Hot sauce, red onions and then finally a signature remoulade sauce. It's mainly a mayonnaise-based sauce, Creole mustard, dark chili powder, salt, pepper, fresh brown garlic, green onion, chopped celery, sliced kalamata olives, olive oil, fresh lemon juice, a Louisiana hot sauce, Worcestershire sauce and then Sriracha.]
I can't listen to Maintenance Phase at work because I'll be killing myself at my manual labor job just trying to eke out a living on my apprentice wages and meanwhile the hosts will be like "and now we'll talk about this bestselling author with 3.5 million Instagram followers who made literal millions by saying a ghost from the future told him celery juice cures cancer" and then I stare into the middle distance for 20 minutes while I contemplate walking into the forest never to be seen again