I had a real life dawgman/KJV moment the other day. I was at a work party and this dipshit I work with told a lady he forgot something because he has ADD and doesn't always listen well. The lady pointed to an imaginery object and yelled, "Squirrel!" The guy had no clue what she was talking about. I did, but didn't want to get into their FS conversation. I felt so fucking ashamed of myself that I knew about it from once being a poster at doogman.
I used to make fun of El Paso on Fagbook because after having to go there four or five times, it's a shithole. My mom caught wind of it and told me to stop because my sister-in-law's grandparents live there. It's not my fault they chose to live there, but I've been good.
I tend to yell "PUMP MY WIFE, DICK!" (a reference to my own dick) and then I cackle madly while staining the comforter as my wife rolls her eyes, but if you want to bring others into your sex life that is your call.
Casual conversations around the office now regularly involve cocaine and hookers.
I got into a conversation about hookers and blow and the best way to pair them with a former student/player of mine last year. It seems like it should have been really awkward. It wasnt.
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I tend to yell "PUMP MY WIFE, DICK!" (a reference to my own dick) and then I cackle madly while staining the comforter as my wife rolls her eyes, but if you want to bring others into your sex life that is your call.
For the record I work in a cemetery, so it gets awkward.
Nobody got it.