Wait. So, he files the hot dogs independently of the hot dog buns, but it appears as though he files the condiments along with the hot dog? If you’re going to file things separately I don’t know why you wouldn’t go the extra mile and file the condiments separately as well. But then again, I am applying logic to a man with a folder of hot dog.
It’s something that everyone goes through. The brutal comedown. Whether your drug of choice is alcohol, LSD, or chocolate… It always sounds great when someone offers it to you at a party, and you get cruising on the high… But they you’re just lying in the fetal position in someone else’s bodily fluids in a public restroom. A tale as old as time.
Man, I don’t know whether it’s the plates I have or the shitty microwave, but ceramic ware comes out of that death box like hellfire. So, Rita’s ‘story’ is based on real events, every single morning, because I never remember that I have an appliance that is very much trying to kill me.
I didn’t do this intentionally, but between getting all philosophical, being generally unaware of what’s going on, and straight up ripping into that Box ‘o Nuts, it sure seems like Rita is baked in this strip. Lotta drug stuff in CUPS these days, for some reason.
It’s like, dude, you’ve literally been standing in line at Isthmus of Bagel for eight minutes and you haven’t realized this, hot damn you’re going to struggle with being a parent.
