All I ever do at airports is stare at hot guys. There are so many hot guys. Why can’t they all just be mine. Sigh.
You’re sitting with your loved ones late into the night, just talking, telling stories, making fart jokes… and then someone says “That guy was seriously sexually disturbed. I swear, he’d get picked up in a car full of young men every day after work.” Another expresses disgust.
Something inside you screams and tears itself apart. The outside turns stone cold.
"Excuse me, I have to go to the bathroom."
MY FAVOURITE INANIMATE OBJECT IS MY TEDDY RABBIT NAMED THUMPER
Today I was helping my mom look for something, and I found a book in her bag which I read as “A Practical Guide to Transactional Anal.” It’s actually Transactional Analysis, covered up jussst right c: