The story off 20/h twerking veg pickers
Heeey! Glad to return after a short break. The last article has been extremely successful. It had 12 views (accidental ones obviously).
Today is the return of the sarcasm over recent news that came into the eyesight of me and of you the readers.
There are a lot of advertisements out there saying that a veg picker nowadays can get 20 - maybe 30 quid an hour.
This just brought joy to all our grobian double eyebrow kabuki mask users. Laughing at the lawyers and doctors, just can hear some of them saying “I got a plan...another revolution”
In the fields:
“-Look gurl! This cucumbas doesn’t have veins…”
“-My cabbage is nearly as big as my breast” said another grobian holding some cabbage in each hand.
“-OMG! This is a bit porn...when you hold broccoli like this is like a little tree, but if you put it upside down...looks like a beheaded...mmm....kind of sexist isn't it?”
Phones came out and live sessions started.
“-Whazzzap biashes? I just got paid and I am stashed. Been twerking all week and picking up cucumbas with my but cheeks. I got skillz! What you gonna do about it! Go on and have an office job!” this girl was holding a stash of 20 quid notes in her hand, waving them at the camera.
Could hear another one going mildly motivational:
“-Are you working in social care? Still paid below 10 quid per hour in 2021? Are you also fully vaccinated and still wearing a mask, taking tests, exposing yourself to the risk, exposing others to risk, with procedures to follow and so on? Well...all I had to do is to pick up some broccoli. Now I am stashed. Did afford the micropigmentation, some waxing as well as a spa day gurlz! I only had to deal with this broccoli. He ain't got covid, he cant get covid, he won't give to someone covid. At least I think so. Next week...I am paying for my summer holiday in Palma. Might see a volcano pushing lava in the sea. You never know, but this cauliflower behind me already knows that it will fill my pocket...my new fav quote is I USED TO BE A LEGUME, NOW I LOVE LEGUMES”
The other gurlz gathered around her, hearing that they were in tears with rimmel tearing down to their chins, while the secondary drawn eyebrows took the position of OMG SO AMAZED
“-Did you hear that new song with the autotune LONG LIVE THE LEGUMES? Banging! As we just finished, I propose to take a taxi and go straight to the spot to get some kebabs!”
“-Gurl! You right! But we aren't taking a taxi. I demand one as I just opened my own taxi company last week.”
“-Shall we ask for the kebab with broccoli and cauliflower?”
“-Nah gurl! You mad? Will just get it standard and then will go to the other spot to get lasagna with chips and garlic bread. Damn those carbs are so good!”
"Satire is a genre of the visual, literary, and performing arts, usually in the form of fiction and less frequently non-fiction, in which vices, follies, abuses and shortcomings are held up to ridicule, with the intent of shaming individuals, corporations, government, or society itself into improvement.[1] Although satire is usually meant to be humorous, its greater purpose is often constructive social criticism, using wit to draw attention to both particular and wider issues in society.
A feature of satire is strong irony or sarcasm —"in satire, irony is militant", according to literary critic Northrup Frye—[2] but parody, burlesque, exaggeration,[3] juxtaposition, comparison, analogy, and double entendre are all frequently used in satirical speech and writing. This "militant" irony or sarcasm often professes to approve of (or at least accept as natural) the very things the satirist wishes to question."
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