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This Woman Found 'Octopus-Looking' Mold Inside Her Coconut Water And Now She Plans To Sue
And she's not the first Vita Coco drinker to find large chunks of mold inside.
By Julia Reinstein

Barbara: ALL I WANT IS CLOSURE! I’M NOT DOING THIS FOR THE MONEY!

Also Barbara: NO I WILL NOT SEND IT BACK TO VITA COCO SO THEY CAN TEST IT, TELL ME WHAT IT IS, AND GIVE ME CLOSURE.

It’s mold. I’m sorry it looks exceptionally gross, but it’s mold. You can tell it’s mold by comparing it to the dozens of other pictures on the internet from people who found mold in their Vita Coco.

Also, Vita Coco has no preservatives. Sometimes mold happens when there are no preservatives and there’s improper refrigeration after opening (your fault) or a tiny leak in the cardboard no one noticed (their fault). Pour your shit out into a glass before you drink it and move on with your life. Clearly you’re not dead, because you’re on the Internet yelling about this mold. Calm down, Barbara.

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Ultimate Kebab White Whine

“My kids don’t eat green things.”

Oh well, let’s stop the world for little Brayden and Mackenzie and their malnourished diets.

This is why I no longer work customer service.  I am old and cranky and I do not have time for women like this.  The customer is NOT always right…and by that same token, neither is the service worker.  Why?  Because we’re humans and humans make mistakes.  If you ordered red peppers and they put green peppers on it instead, oops!  They made a mistake.  They are really sorry about it.  At least, they would have been really sorry about it if you try not to act like a total cunt because something went wrong.

You can tell a lot about someone on a date by how they treat customer service workers around them.  I have legitimately walked out in the middle of a meal because this dude was being an asshole to the waiter who brought him a regular baked potato instead of a baked sweet potato.  How hard is it to say “oh hey, I ordered the sweet potato” as opposed to “Are you hard of hearing?  Do you understand English?  What is so hard about getting my order correct?”

This garbage woman is obviously of the second tribe.  And she can run smack dab into every closed door from here to Kingdom Come.

*notices ignorant people wanking on my post about white people using Irish oppression to talk over poc*

*notices ignorant whites talking about how “the Irish had it just as hard as the blacks”*

*notices how many Black Americans today have Irish last names for reasons that aren’t interracial marriage*

*notices how no fully white Irish person is walking around with a last name like Anyanwu or Owusu*

All In the Golden Afternoon

(for @anakinkshamer)

Megamind/Roxanne

Growing up together AU, friends to lovers, K+ rating

AO3 | FFN

Superhero, supervillain, damsel in distress…it’s all game that a group of friends play together, as children.


Roxanne has been watching the other three kids for fifteen minutes, making notes in the notebook that she brought to the park with her. They’re playing some sort of superhero game, she’s pretty sure; the one in the white shirt has been running around, chasing the other two: a blue boy with an oversized head and a fish in a spindly robotic body.

She’d wanted to ask to play, too, but she’d known the answer she’d get: girls can’t play. Or even worse: you can’t play.

Other kids don’t like her very much, Roxanne knows. They get mad when she tells them they’ve got something wrong, tell her that she’s too bossy.

So she hadn’t asked to play with the three kids.

She’s playing anyway, though, sort of—she’s watched a lot of Superman; Lois Lane is the best. Roxanne is pretending to be a journalist, reporting on the superpowered battle. That way, it doesn’t matter if the other kids don’t pay attention to her. They won’t have to include her, this way. They don’t even need to know that she’s playing.

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I’m so done with this company

They’ve made my job less and less interesting, less and less useful. I started in the French department, then moved. I still maintained some Fr work; went half and half, depending on the volume. Even my mind-numbingly boring Eng work used to be, well, less mind-numbingly boring. But we’re moving away from research and creation in this dept, so it’s not even data entry, it’s just…data confirmation?

And now, they took my French. The most interesting and vaguely useful thing I do all day, and there’s not much.

I’m in the process of interviewing for a job I really want that will be interesting, useful, and tough and now, I really REALLY want it.