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I've had the same Eastern European sounding scammer call me for months. They keep claiming I have a warrant out for my arrest and need to pay them at once, but they keep using my inappropriate nickname i use on the internet, which is not super convincing. Also, blood banks! Stop asking me to donate. If you would let people who've had sex with a gay dude give blood, maybe I would. But now I have to explain that your organization won't let me help due to buttfuckin'. Buttfuckin' and tattoos. People who catcall while riding a bike. It's the ding-dong-ditch of catcalling, you're already halfway down the block before I can yell back at you. Pussy.
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This is the most first world problem I've ever had, but every time I call an Uber to my apartment, they stop an entire block away at the hotel down the street. Every. Time. I live in one of those buildings with a big sign that says "SO AND SO APARTMENTS" and it even says that on the freaking Uber address field, but no, clearly, I don't know where I live, and it's somehow my fault that you had to wait while I walked to your weird hotel from my house. Edit: While I'm on the subject, Uber/Lyft drivers who ask me how much money I make. Dude, what the hell. I actually had someone ask me this the day I got fired. My ex-boss called me an Uber to take me home, and the guy asked me how much money I loving made. Clotheschat: I'm 5 foot, completely average human proportions, and absolutely nothing fits me right. Nothing. I'm about a size 2 and everything is either way too big, way too tight around the chest but fine everywhere else, and I have never in my life bought a skirt that didn't make me look like an Amish mourner. I am literally the exact measurements for Target's "Size 2" from their chart and nothing has ever fit me there labeled Size 2. Lieutenant Dan has a new favorite as of 22:56 on May 27, 2015 |
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