Greasy Diner Theory; Hate your Readers
This was posted by u/gthaarta 4 years ago and I thought it was time to bring it back out to breath.
Okay simps listen up. This is Greasy Diner Theory.
You don't know what that means? Good, you empty brained little shut. Humpty Dumpty sit on a wall and shut the fuck up.
The Greasy Diner is that mom and pop, 24 hour slophouse you drag your degenerate ass into after a weekend of regrets, bad decisions, and numbed trauma.
Its the kind of place where ain't nobody paid shit cause they're all under the table, and lord help you if you wanna fuck around cause you'll find out hunny.
Now, what did I learn from these Greasy Diners, these slophouses of the gods? Hate.
Hate, hate, hate hate hate.
You see that cook in the back? He don't give a fuck about you or your arteries; he's from fucking Nicaragua or some shit; you think he knows what a god damn calorie is? Hell no, and even if he did, fuck you get the fuck out.
But you see, *that*, that right there is what you want. Cause that hateful motherfucker is gonna serve you a god damn plate of clogging goodness. Your head is gonna get pulled out of your ass and you're gonna go back for seconds.
Thats Greasy Diner Theory; you can't deliver the best if you want to love your readers.
So here's what I say: fuck your readers. They don't get whats going on? Too bad...should've paid attention when they taught you context clues instead of fiddling around with Susie Stank Stank.
What you don't get what some line means? Sucks to suck you chode, go read from Shakespeare and figure it out.
You do this, and they'll come begging for more. Cause if theres any truth in the world, it ain't that women like assholes, betas do.
And we all need some betas.
Now can I get a fucking Baconator.