the brilliant thing about being a woman is that I’m punished for both trusting and distrusting men!
I should magically know which man is going to harm me by having a brief conversation with him. if I trust Bad Men, then, well. I should’ve known.
if I don’t trust Nice Men though, I’m an utter bitch who deserves violence. don’t I know most men are good people?
I’m sayin doe….
SHOUTOUT TO BEES BEING WILLING TO KILL THEMSELVES JUST TO INCONVENIENCE A HATER, THAT’S HARDCORE AS FUCK
Before I answer those questions, can you tell me a little more about your company?
what do you call a laughing jar of mayonnaise
today a teenage white boy looked me straight in the face, pointed at himself, winked at me, and said “so how about helping papa bear with his math homework?” and i think i was speechless for a total of 10 seconds before telling him i dont associate with people who call themselves papa bear