People, start washing your hands, when you’re done with your toilet business. Man, you’re gross. Modern apes! Thinking your dick is the cleanest, the best thing… is the epitome of self-centered consumer culture that will lead to human destruction. Flash news, I don’t want anything to do with your dick.
When you ask me to add an introductory paragraph, because “this is how we aim to write”, and then you revert asking to cut what was my opening text, because it pretty much repeats what’s being said in the now new opening, it’s passive aggressiveness, bitch. Get a life, I don’t have a problem redrafting, just say so.
Had anyone told me I would wake up at six every morning, I would’ve laughed in “anyone’s” face. So who is laughing now? Well, not me. I am just sleepy.
Tisa has added in her little chewing-CV chewing on the PR Compendium (is it a sign?), earphones, and a tie. Yes, I am wearing a tie now. A different tie every day.
Off I go across this marvelous traffic jam ahead.
I have yet to tell you I cannot meet the girl you want to introduce to me, but interestingly you mentioned to me how the group penalizes everyone not abiding by the norm. “As you well know”, you added.
That would be me. In the words of someone I held in high regard.
Thank you, for dancing! Of course you though you were all by yourself, but I was walking behind you. I was for sure not listening to the same tune, but you raising your hands up in the air concert-like made me feel more entitled to feel happy for my own piece of good news.
I was going to submit this to Dear Old Love, then I decided against it. Love, you cannot leave with it, you cannot leave without it.
What a courageous move, to mix poetry with pictures of your dick. I think that really tells us how romantic you are!
Most people are bothered by oxymoron, I suspect. But they are not necessarily bothered by inconsistency.
I am annoyed not with the ring of my phone, but with my phone ringing.
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