8===dillonfrancis

today’s germany of the day is:


G̖͈̮̝̪̗̜̹ͥ͌͢͞ ̨͓̙̹́͌U̪͇̼̼̺͕͕͆̑ͥ͛̿ͯ̚ ̵͎̣̂ͦ̓ͯ̀T̺̝̗͛̂ͤ̍ͦ̓ ̤̻̫͈̭̥̅͌ͧ̂̀̚͞͝Ẹ̯̜͖̥ͩ͂̈ͭͨͨ̕͜͞ͅ ͓͕̬͓͕̩̫̠ͤ̈ͯ̎͠N̷̖̼̼̦̫͓͓̍ͩ̓͘ ̧̲̯̣̳̣̥̪͐̚͟ ̹̯̫̰̬̟̽̑̊̚̚ ̶̢̳̹͒͆͌̽͐͂͌̋̚T̘̹̤̣͂́ͧ̓ͦ̈̚͜ ̮͉̺̽͌̾Ä͈̮̻̗͍́́̅ͥ̆́̚̕ ̢̹͔̪̯̝̖̲̽̈́̍ͅG͊ͮͥ͆҉̶̱͕̜̝̬̩͔̩̫ ̹̪̦̙ͣͦ́́̉̓ͧ̈́̊͡!̶̡̞̼̫͑͒̏ͮͭ ͔͇͂ͫ̓͆̽̃́!̸̗͔̱̪̈́ͩ̐̊ ̹͍̈̓̊͗͢͜͢!̼̳̺̻̼͉̖̙̿ͥ͊́ͨ̓ͭ́͜͞

At 6:16pm

Coworker: “You leaving now? Are you coming to the Happy Hour with our next door bros? We have booze and free food provided by the company.”

Me: “Nah. I want to go home.”

Coworker: “Why’s that?”

Me: “I don’t like party. It gives me anxiety.”

Coworker: “Do you just not like party in general, or you are just anxious today?”

Me: “Okay. You got me. I just hate having small-talks with people. I don’t want to invest my time on strangers when none of us are crazy about where the conversation is heading.”

Coworker: “Oh.”

Me: “How do you make friends with adults as an adult?”

Coworker: /*Shrugs*

Me: “Please drink responsibly though, bro. Remember you all still need to come back and face each other on Monday.”

Coworker: “Bruh.”

Me: “Bro.”