Holy shit. My mom came into my room to bring me a pot of 6-bean chili and I literally screamed at her and hit the bowl of 6-bean chili out of her hand. She started yelling and swearing at me and I slammed the door on her. I'm so distressed right now I don't know what to do. I didn't mean to do that to my mom but I'm literally in shock that she would use Homel instead of Goya® beans for the chili. I feel like I'm going to explode. Why the fucking fuck is this happening? This can't be happening. I'm having a fucking breakdown. I don't want to believe that she thinks Hormel is better than Goya®. I want a future to believe in. I want mommy to use Goya® and fix this broken country. I cannot fucking deal with this right now. It wasn't supposed to be like this, I thought she was smarter???? This is so fucked.
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I won't be repeating it. My wife and I sold our wedding and engagement rings to buy Goya and ethnic food preparation courses. We won't let them take our ethnic canned goods some day. We all need to train ourselves to protect our democracy before it's too late. It sucks that I wake up crying every day now because this is our world. I wasn't meant to be a Mexican cook I was a cheese maker . I made fucking cheese. But now I'm a soldier thrown into some Hitler remake god it's awful.