TODAY I FOUND OUT MY GREAT GRANDPARENTS MET IN A CONCENTRATION CAMP IN YUGOSLAVIA AND MY GREAT GRANDFATHER, WHO WAS A SOLDIER IN THE CAMP, RESCUED MY GREAT GRANDMOTHER AND THEY RAN AWAY TO AUSTRALIA TOGETHER AND I THINK THAT IS THE COOLEST
Are you serious right now? I’m a fully certified neurosurgeon. I can break into people’s heads and rewire their brains and tamper with their memory, no problem. But this? This juice box? This sugary drink marketed for eight year olds? No. Sticking a straw into this juice container is apparently just too much for me to handle without fucking it up. I’m done. I quit. Goodbye.