today was my first day working at a sex shop and it turns out that working at a sex shop is the most autistic friendly job of all time because almost nobody wants you to talk to them because they're embarrassed about being in a sex shop
i understand that my body can't digest corn or whatever. that's fine. my issue is that i fucking chewed it. how the hell is it coming out back in the shape of corn. what are they not telling US
Me: On a train in Kyoto.
Very quiet, very peaceful.
Then an elderly woman gets on, carrying a bag.
Normal.
Except the bag starts moving.
Me: ...
Woman: ...
Bag: wiggles.
Me: ...
Woman: ...
Bag: wiggles harder.
Me: ...
Eventually curiosity wins.
Me: Um... excuse me...
Woman: Yes?
Me: Is something alive in there?
Woman: Yes.
Me: ...
Woman: Vegetables.
Me: What?
Woman: Very fresh.
Me: ...
She reaches into the bag, pulls out a cucumber, the cucumber moves.
Me: WHAT.
Woman: He's energetic today.
Me: WHAT DOES THAT MEAN.
Turns out she'd accidentally caught a small eel while shopping at a market.
And had put it in the vegetable bag.
For an hour.
The eel had apparently accepted its fate.
Until now.
The woman seemed mildly annoyed.
The eel seemed furious.
Nobody else on the train reacted.
Which somehow made it worse.
when a man doesn't want to change he will find any woman that's ok with his lifestyle so he doesn't have to grow up. that's why these men will purposely destroy a relationship with a real woman because she sets boundaries & has standards that she stands heavy on. don't ever think you're not enough for these men. 9 times out of 10 you're just TOO MUCH for them to handle and they need a weaker woman who accepts the bare minimum.
I spent 8 years at a company. Gave it the best years of my working life. Believed in the mission. Defended it to friends who asked why I stayed. Turned down offers. Skipped holidays. Answered emails on weekends. When they finally let me go the meeting was 11 minutes long. My manager read from a script. HR was on the call. My access was revoked before I had closed my laptop. 8 years. 11 minutes. I sat in my car for a long time after that. Not because I was devastated. But because I finally understood what the company had always known and I had refused to see. It was never mutual. It was never a family. It was always just business. I just wish someone had told me sooner so I could have treated it the same way.
Do you let her hit the blunt while she’s sucking your dick?
Or do you make her put it down first?
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