What up nostalgia?!
If you've read one post on this blog, you know that I am a shameless nerd/borderline alcoholic/the effing man. This post is clearly focusing on the nerd portion of me.
If you walk around anywhere in a city, you can't go down a block without encountering a person wearing a "Save The Children" poncho, just getting all up in your grill. They break into that perfect gray-area of sales pitching and accosting you. Matching you step for step, asking you where you're going, occasionally bumping shoulders. You don't know whether you have to fight or pull out your debit card to get them to shut up. Why I chose the Pokemon picture above is obvious for anyone who has played the game. In the game, there would be other "trainers" just POSTIN' up in random spots throughout the game. When you get in their range of vision, they stop you, come up to you, and make you do something you don't want to do: battle Pokemon. What do the Save The Children people do? They force themselves into your range of view, stop you, come up and tell you something you don't want to hear. In most events, you have to make a move to get out of there aka beating the shit out of their Pokemon or stumbling your words and accidentally spurting out, "I don't like it" about an organization that saves children.
I'll say it...I hate you people. Get an internship or be a fuckin' Starbucks barista for pete's sake.
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Add Commentperfect with the pokemon picture, my intelligence was insulted by the explanation. keep rockin win-juan
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