uwaaaah asked:

it sounds like you're talking about cheap trashy old ranch dressing

beamkatanachronicles answered:

LET ME TELL YOU ABOUT 99 RANCH

(or ranch 99 WHATEVER YOU WANNA CALL IT)

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99 ranch is an asian grocery store, aka the champion of all grocery stores. how are asian groceries better than normal ones, you ask??? 

THEY HAVE SO MUCH MORE FUN SHIT IN THEM THATS WHY.

asian groceries typically have all sorts of weirdass produce you would not see in a normal grocery store. gigantic cheap veggies? sure. obscure as hell asian fruits? WHAT BETTER PLACE.

but you know what else they got??? 

FUCKIN LIVE SEAFOOD IN TANKS IT’S SCARY AS HELL. when i was a kid, fun fact, my grandpa bought a crab and i thought it was my new “pet” but years later i found out that he didn’t run away, he got eaten for dinner :(

99 ranch also has, like a normal grocery, a bakery, but it’s not just any bakery

IT’S AN ASIAN BAKERY

asian bakeries have the most beautiful goddamn cakes i want to get into committed relationships with every last one of these cakes. asian bakery cakes are always super light and fluffy jesus fuckchrist would you fuck a cake i would fuck a cake but only if it was an asian cake. keep in mind, they have other pastries: fresh ass breads and cookies and roll cakes god damn i love the asian bakery.

and finally, along with the bakery

is the dim sum. and like most things at 99 ranch, it is dirt cheap. all those dumplings and pork buns and delicious unhealthy fried things

and of course, our friends

the roast ducks, hangin out in a corner by the dimsum. you wanna shell out for some bonus cholesterol, and still get it for a bargain? you can.

because you’re at the 99 ranch.


I’ve learned…that it doesn’t matter what the story is, some things never change…sometimes I fall in battle. Sometimes I die hugely, bravely, saving the city from something that would destroy it. Sometimes it’s a small, ironic, unnoticed death— I die rescuing a child from a fire, or tackling a frightened pickpocket. 
The end of the story of Batman is, he’s dead. Because, in the end, the Batman dies. What else am I going to do? Retire and play golf? It doesn’t work that way. It can’t. I fight until I drop. And I will drop.
But until then, I fight.

I’ve learned…that it doesn’t matter what the story is, some things never change…sometimes I fall in battle. Sometimes I die hugely, bravely, saving the city from something that would destroy it. Sometimes it’s a small, ironic, unnoticed death— I die rescuing a child from a fire, or tackling a frightened pickpocket. 

The end of the story of Batman is, he’s dead. Because, in the end, the Batman dies. What else am I going to do? Retire and play golf? It doesn’t work that way. It can’t. I fight until I drop. And I will drop.

But until then, I fight.

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