No, european

Kinda fucked up that they like

Dont give enough salary to waiters, to the point they have to depend on customers to pay extra

Havent looked much into our system but afaik waiters over here have never been depending on any tips, we just give when we receive outstanding service

Tipping is sorta fucked

If you don't do well you either get no tip or like a cheap one

I heard they take part of the tips you receive? So customers can tip you and you dont even get all of it??

That i don't know for sure

I better hope not

I think some restaurants allow the waiters to keep the tip

Or maybe the customer slides the waiter or waitress a tip that they can keep

I saw a pic of a tipping bill or smth

Where they write down the amount and someone gave 10 bucks and wrote down 0 so the waiter can keep it all

//gtg gonna be back later

Peace 👍

hey has anyone heard of the starwars fan made film getting copyright struk storry

just saw uhohbro got terminated

omegalul

Wait what lol

look it up

onision’s 3rd channel got terminated?

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omegalul

got terminated for hate speech

repzion should pick up on this

man how is this server still alive

got to meet lots of good people doe

but like

it impresses me tbh

Idk but I’m glad it is, I’ve been looking for more servers with good people.

Most “YouTuber” servers are kinda cringey, but you guys seem cool.

This one feels a bit more chillax and intimate with repzion joining in from time to time as well

Other servers seem too formal, in my opinion atleast, like nonstop notifs when the yter does smth but talking with them is unlikely so in the end you just join for the community anyway

The only server I flat out joined for community's sakes was markiplier's because I was intent to see the mayhem lmaoo

I'm bad at explaining

Blue. All Barack could think about was blue. Blue, blue, and more blue. Having dinner with Michelle, his eyes drifted past her silent yet moving lips and to the blue tinted painting behind her. Giving a press conference, he could barely focus as the blue of his Vice-President’s tie stood out at him. Taunted him, even. He’s not here!, the color seemed to say, And he won’t ever be. You missed your chance.

Ever since that fateful day when Barack stepped into that train station and saw the soft, blue, sensual curves, he hadn’t been able to think about anything but Thomas, much less focus on his presidential duties. He remembered his first time seeing him vividly: the big, black and white eyes, shining with innocence yet somehow naughtily playful. The ever raised high eyebrows. And the long, hard, steam engine protruding from Thomas’ head. Barack stopped in his tracks. He had never seen something so beautiful, so remarkable, yet so simple at the same time. Thomas’ beauty was obvious in such a way that it almost seemed complicated.

Barack realized that he hadn’t moved in almost a minute. His team of Secret Service agents were giving him strange looks. He hastily took a step forward, trying to walk at a normal, relaxed pace. He realized that his steps were guiding him towards the train, even though his brain was telling him not to. He briefly considered not talking to the beautiful creature in front of him but decided that a chance like this was too good to pass up, even if it meant weirding out his entourage.

Barack approached the train. “Hello.”, he barely got out, his voice uncharacteristically cracking. For once in his life, he was at a loss for words.

The engine slowly moved his large eyes towards the tall, caramel colored man in front of him. Dressed in a suit, he surely looked professional, but his sweating face betrayed his thoughts. Thomas was stunned- no one had ever looked at him like this before! He collected his thoughts. “Hello. And who are you?”

Barack was stunned by Thomas’ coy and sexy voice. “I’m Barack Hussein Obama, President of the United States. And you are?”

“Thomas the Tank Engine.” Barack was flabbergasted at how lovely the name sounded. He could sing it loud, and it would be like music playing. But when he whispered “Thomas” under his breath, it was almost like praying.

“Thomas, I am a very important man in my country. I have privileges that you couldn’t imagine, and I’m very wealthy to boot. I don’t do this often- well, never- but the fact is, I feel like we have a connection, and a deep one at that. I would like to offer you a spot on the train back in my private jet. I feel like we need some time to… develop this relationship.” Barack knew the words coming out of his mouth were forward, and, considering that Michelle was waiting at home, unethical, but he couldn’t stop the flow of language simply spilling out of his mouth.

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wtf

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