“Do you think about other people when you’re with me?” “No, but I think about you when I’m with them.
“Do you think about other people when you’re with me?” “No, but I think about you when I’m with them… Specifically that you’ll catch us.”
“Do you think about other people when you’re with me?” “No, but I think about you when I’m with them… Specifically that you’ll catch us.”
Yet! Happy birthday to me!
It turns out I’m… 26 now. I think 25 was nice. I did cool things and hung out with cool people, though never enough of either. It was actually a fairly okay year, though it seems uneventful in retrospect. Probably…
I just got really into the soft drink Tab. I just keep ordering refills of it at the local bar. But I pay upfront because I hate puns.
Girls walk by giggling. To shock me, they ask if I have a condom. I say, “I do, but it’s my last one, so we’re going to have to share.”
I have a condom protector. It’s like a pocket protector: they both make it far less likely that you’ll get laid.
My sugar momma makes the best cookies.
Me: “That’s a terrible outfit.” Her: “You obviously don’t watch America’s Next Top Model.” Me: “Why? Because I’m straight?”
I need to make a work out mix. I feel weird doing squat thrusts to the Reading Rainbow theme.
Teaching would be the best job if only there were no students.