If you take a young man and woman and they both tell a stranger that they work in the same restaurant, it’s very likely that they will assume that the woman is the waitress, and the young man a cook.
But I thought a woman’s place was in the kitchen? Not when she’s being paid for it. I can’t believe it took me this long to realize the implication of this. A woman’s place is one of servitude.
Why does one of Simba’s hammock-vines only have one side? The middle one doesn’t go back up to the branch.
A game of Never Have I Ever that takes a twist, and will leave you with chills at the end.
I’m bustin you outta this joint
so there was a bug in my room so i got my mom to kill it because i hate bugs and then she was like
"you have to learn to kill bugs for your girlfriend"
and i was like
"ill get my boyfriend to do it"
and thats how i came out to my mom
The view right outside my tent isn’t too bad. Sometimes I can’t believe I get paid to do this.
how do i also get paid to do this
when people try to argue with you about something you clearly know more about
i am perfectly fine with having other people sit on my lap but i can’t sit on other people’s laps because i’m always paranoid that i’d crush them and they’d diE