About today…

My dad just gave me the “Son, are you Gay?” talk. Now, not that I’m homophobic or anything, but just because I don’t have a girlfriend doesn’t mean I’m gay. If I had a penny for each time I’ve had this asked to me in the past couple years, well, I’d have about two dollars now.

I cannot verbally explain the amount of frustration I have just been subject to, so I will tell you in proto-human grunts:

ugh. Arf. Arsnootnah. HOOG. HONKADUTHA! Humchaba? Hoffo! Him nim nom! TOLOMGUAK!!!

*achem*

That’ll be all. Feel free to carry on with the rest of your day.

I’m done,

~B.

I thought what I’d do was I’d pretend to be one of those Deaf-Mutes

If you search the “rant” on the handy dandy searchy thingy on the side of your dashboard, you get a lot of girls speaking in broken english about how they don’t think they’re skinny enough. All of these posts, mind you, are very centered around the word fuck. Things like “why the fuck is everything so fucking fucked up, oh my fuck!!!!1!11!!!!”

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