So like my date paid for dinner and then she sent me a message and then I thought she was going to give me a handy in the car park. like I know that every time a woman pays for dinner that means she wants hand sex. but when she messaged me she said thanks for the great time. I just ignored it because I was like you offered to pay because you want to touch me.
that's why I thought she didn't owe me anything because I hope I owe her all of the potential owing. so if you graph that out through the owing futures you get like a return on investment of about one come on the hand in the car park.
so I got to warn you if you're going on a date and they pay for it they probably expect hand sex and they're probably going to try to touch you. I didn't want anyone to touch me but I said it was okay because they paid for everything so they might as well.
I'm just really bad at saying no.
Pardon me but I am encountering my fugue state due to blunt force trauma and I can't communicate with you much longer. I am not, I'm waving my hands, I'm encountering the light, I'm leaving this place. I'm leavingggg, goodbye...
Hello my name is Devinbridgecorgi. You may join my collective polybody, I will absorb you into us. Yes touch my green goo become a Rollie pollie polybody all of us together. Roll with us, become one.
In theory one can see the refraction by putting a man's period in a glass with a pencil.
ngl I've been doing a deep dive on how performant the nothing burger is when assimilated into the human body tbh, before it comes out of the ahhh. What if the nothing burger was made from something that was not unalived but was actually low-key unalive? I mean, tell me you don't know anything about nothingness without telling me you don't know anything about nothingness. All I know is this comment was not a fabrication, tbh ngl
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If you're wondering what that odor was, I haven't washed my clothes for a week. My house is full of a very strange mould and mildew mixture, mixed with the dander of my pets. I live in the garage, and the oil and gasoline soaked newspapers beneath my broken down car are where I actually sleep. It's quite comfy I must say.