I walked into a corner store to get some candy bars when some man at the register paying for his shit ends up being twelve cents short. The man starts weeping and going on some emotional bullshit about how he worked two jobs and that that was still not enough for him to live the life he wants. He begged a woman standing behind him for extra change. She started to pull out some change and then he asked if he could add on a beer. She refused and then he cried and left the store,
I love Fast Break bars.
What kind of beer
thats hilariously sad
me irl
just want 12 cents and a beer - humble request
feminist bitch
Fast breaks are like crack cocaine