“Hahaha look at those mfs with their gay shit, it’s crazy right? Just watch this, can you believe it? sucking each others dicks. Now take a load of this guy, his massive throbbing dong, ramming that fella, who could even like that, right? Jesus christ, these people kill me.”
If you’ve ever seen comments on gay porn videos, this isn’t too far off. It kills me all the “repent sinner” comments. Hey, buddy, we all know you’re here for the throbbing cocks. It’s a safe space.
I have to be in the minority of sane people who enjoyed this book.
To be fair, I had no context and read the first 10 pages assuming it was satire. The rest of the experience was bizarre. In the first chapter the main character ignores the advice of the train employees and orders the train to run despite the signal being red. It’s touted as taking responsibility when none else would. Utterly insane to me that someone who had been out of the area for decades, making management level decisions, would decide they know better than the worker on the ground who does the job daily. The contempt and arrogance leading to destruction - a great critique of management structure and survivor bias. How is it not satire?
Through the looking glass with a self important free capitalist narcissist, with almost no experience of the world and commerce outside their bubble, self hating tirade against perceived inability. Fascinating stuff
I read ‘The Fountainhead.’ It was enjoyable the same way a book about talking bears who fly magical ponies would be fun, a fantasy not connected to actual human life.
Bra cups are relative to band size. For reference, a 36C is roughly the same volume as a 32E. These are call sister sizes.
I’m tired of guys saying ‘uwu G-cups’ without any context. A 30G is the same as a 42B. Start asking what their band size is ffs. It’s like saying 'she weighs 120’. 120 what? Bags of flour?
I’m notoriously good at avoiding parties. But if I were at one, I would be the kind of person who would ask to unwrap the foil if I’m told there was a cyst in it.
I’ll stick to the good ol’ “Get blackout drunk at partys, because you can’t overthink the stuff you did if you can’t remember anything at all” but this is good too
You can just retrospectively imagine all of the terrible things you’ve done, which you can’t remember. You were trained in the dark, but I was born into it. You’ll know what I mean one day
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