He's thirsty and hungry and his clothes are all worn out. He's starving and about to collapse when he stumbles onto a wedding and upon trying to enter the outdoor celebration, he's stopped by a guard at the entrance. The guard tells him
"Get out of here, poor rat, only real iranians are allowed in here"
so the man walks home, showers, changes clothes into his fine suit, then goes back to the wedding to eat the food and drink the water.
He says to the guard
"I am here to celebrate in the wedding"
To which the guard responds with
"Of course, sir, step right in"
So he does. He goes to the food place, takes a plate, and puts green goo sabzi on it, finds a lonely table, then sits down to dine. He takes some bread, scoops up some sabzi, then drops it on his fine and expensive clothing. The man then tells the suit
"There! Have this food. It seems like you were invited and not me."

A man wants to drink alcoholic beverages, but he can't enter an establishment for that. The bar is too high, his social anxiety kicks in, he turns around 360 degrees and tried to leave, but before he can escape a man stops him.
"We don't cotton to strangers around these parts. Scram!"
Scared, the man runs in the opposite direction, only to find himself inside the establishment for the beer.
"This is what I've become."

Quote from: Desty on September 13, 2017, 03:05:47 PM

A man wants to drink alcoholic beverages, but he can't enter an establishment for that. The bar is too high, his social anxiety kicks in, he turns around 360 degrees and tried to leave, but before he can escape a man stops him.
"We don't cotton to strangers around these parts. Scram!"
Scared, the man runs in the opposite direction, only to find himself inside the establishment for the beer.
"This is what I've become."

360 degrees is a complete revolution

Amen, brother

You sit at the restaurant with your young son, he says he is hungry. You agree to get him dinner. You open up to the kids menu, your child is far to young for adult food. Chicken nugger stares at you from the page. You don’t understand. Your palms get sweaty and your son complains. He says he is hungry. Your mind strains, searching for an answer in a world of sweer potato and French fried. You try to order the chicken nugger, but you cannot. The words cannot escape your lips. Your son is hungry, he complains. The waitress stares at you, her head a spinning chicken nugger, her arms swinging French fried. Your son cries the tears of a chicken nugger-less child. In your mind you scream. It is raining sweer potato now, you have French fried engraved on your left temple and you do not understand. Your son weeps in the corner, he is starving. Starving for the chicken nugger.