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From my friend Leah’s site. I dunno… i know it’s supposed to be serious and moving, but i guess i’m a little fucked up in the head because i nearly shit myself to death laughing at this. does this make me a bad person? no.
the fact that rapists have friends and i don’t makes me a bad person.
ever have regrets? like that time that you gay-made-out with a coworker behind the dumpster at the local dive bar? and then brought them home for some assplay and then before you go for it you remember the crave case you got from white castle but it’s too late and you’re two knuckles in and then your brand new couch is ruined. and those cries of protest from you and your buddy wake up your daughter ‘cause it’s your weekend but you forgot because of all the alcohol and meth you do to dull the pain from the divorce? and now she’s gonna tell your ex wife and you’re gonna have limited visitations etc.
i know people like that. that’s why i make good life choices.
—me. telling my friend why i’m not investing in apple.
