"People are waiting for hours in line for these shits. No one can find time to exercise — OH NO OUR MODERN LIVES ARE TOO BIZ-ZAY for EXERCISE — but we can find time to exit the Type II Diabetes Expressway and hoist our inactive asses out of our Memory Foam mattresses at 6 am so we can play Soviet Union with a bunch of self-proclaimed foodies outside of the Dominique Ansel bakery. If modern life were a fairy tale, this is the part where the villagers, driven mad with collective hysteria over the Frankenfood, are storming its castle armed not with pitchforks and torches, but with plastic cutlery and Instagram. This is madness."
Posted on: Fri, 19 Jul 2013 19:11:25 +0000
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