Might explain why the jury duty outing was such a big to-do.
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Think I lost my watch.
Check your other wrist.
Or
That's why you only go knuckle deep.
It's a choose your own adventure type of post.
I volunteered at a hospital for a while in high school. I'd check people in, and one of the things I had to do was ask why the person was coming in today. There was a girl who was too embarrassed to tell me what her problem was, so I gave her a piec of paper to write it down on. She writes:
Wristwatch in vagina.
I'm completely naked but-ass fucking Adam and Eve my-epidermis-is-showing shit. Fuck shit, gardening. Fuck hell. Yo, I look good though. But my pecker is all like, oh, nah, divert any more bloodflow and we'll have an obituary of epic comidicalness.
Nah though, seriously, these things, after a while, weevil maggot something snake. Shit. Man, this is why women are gardeners. Except for the local gardener.
Yo, fuck gardening. Fuck it, fuck it, I'm going to lift my shoe to fucking Mars and see if there's still folks who'd like to grow their damn plants on magma.
Also for the TFTTMYFT: I don't complain enough. Especially on the Interwebz.