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People thinking that sweaters are sexy
Or at least people thinking a woman in a sweater is sexy. It totally sucks when I'm in the corner of my room fanning myself off and all I want to do is get completely naked, but I can't because you're looking right at me, and I start getting nervous but I can't say that out loud because it'll be rude, and I start to wonder just what you're thinking and just when I finally convince myself that your thoughts are totally harmless and not perverted, you have to go and confirm my suspicions by telling me just how sexy I am while dressed in a sweater.
As if that's not bad enough, I hate it when suddenly I get paranoid and start freaking out and wondering if you can see my nipples through my sweater, which is kind of unlikely considering it's pitch black but probably not impossible so I make up a dumb excuse to go to the bathroom and stare at my tits in the mirror and I don't know what to do because I've told you a million times before that I won't, nor will I ever have sex with you, be it at my place or yours, on my bed or that weird, sticky black futon you have, and seriously, why do you even still have that thing? It's like, a decade old and it has stains on it. How the hell do you even get stains on a futon? I mean, WTF? Dude, just dump it already, please.
And it's not like I'm saying this because I don't like you, because if I didn't, we obviously still wouldn't be friends, and I appreciate you and all, but it's never going to happen. One, you're like an uncle to me. Two, I'm kind of fucked up in the head. Three, remember that time in middle school when you shoved your fingers into me during prom and I tried not to make any noise because even though it was fucked up I didn't want you to stop, or bring anyone's attention to it? Yeah. It's not you, I mean, you're cool and all and you're handsome, but, nah, just not gonna happen....tonight.
And stop staring at my tits or I'll have to start charging, which I do anyway.
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6.5/10.
Well I normally try to swallow because if it's not in my mouth, then it's all over my hair or----Well then you don't have to believe me then. hmph.
>Three, remember that time in middle school when you shoved your fingers into me during prom and I tried not to make any noise because even though it was fucked up I didn't want you to stop, or bring anyone's attention to it?
Pics or it didn't happen.@DonZabu
That's like asking for my Rape Certificate dude.
^^^ Oh...
^ One of these days, I'm gonna become a corn farmer, then get rich by scamming the government out of their billion-dollar subsidies. /horribleplan
Helping my friend ease into acceptance that she will die from breast cancer and console her until the time comes, and finding a way to help one of my friends who is being sexually abused by her father escape the hellhouse she's in right now. Everything after that is the selfish shit that you already know.
Rihanna is ugly.