Once upon a time, there was a little Michigan Millennial Bohemian named Liberalocks. She went for a walk in the suburbs near the state capitol (Okemos). Pretty soon, she came upon a house. She knocked and, when no one answered, she walked right in because she had been taught to be entitled.
At the table in the kitchen, there were three bowls of gluten free porridge. Liberalocks was hungry, and without hesitation or consideration for other people’s property, tasted the porridge from the first bowl.
“This gluten free porridge is too hot!” she exclaimed. “How dare someone leave such a hazard lying around! Perhaps I call an agency about this? There must certainly be a law!”
Then, she tasted the gluten free porridge from the second bowl.
“This porridge is too cold,” she said “It’s just not fair! There are standards for food service in this country! And how did my dreadlocks fall into it?!”
(12)Nuh Uh.
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