I think I'm only attracted to men in theory. I like your little mustache and biceps, your little patchwork tattoo. But like don't touch me, don't come to my house, don't even talk to be tbh
Panicked when they asked me what made me unique, and said, I can do the worm. Then I actually did the worm in slacks on the carpet. Pulled something. Made a noise like a deflating balloon. Didn’t get the job!
Like the kind you’d hear in a 1970’s department store while shopping for polyester slacks. This shit once sparked a conversation on a Reddit thread about sonic nostalgia. I posted a clip of a forgotten Muzak gem, and this one person responded with an even deeper cut. We ended up bonding over obscure composers of corporate lobby ambiance.
