On the bus asking “by show of hands, who else is sweating through their jeans right now?” Little to no response outside of a few accusations of perversion which I expertly dodged by getting off at the next stop. Marx wrote about feeling like an alien, or becoming one
started and finished east of eden on this trip and now all my internal thoughts are voiced as a pensive farmer but still about league of legends and nutsack jokes
How do the 100 men line up? Age before beauty? First-in, first-in? (Tee-hee.) I assume there's a sign-in form to keep track of all the STI testing. Do you think the sign-in form is minimalist, or did the host or hostess spend time designing a truly beautiful document?