classically trained hoe

see unfortunately I have this condition where if I am not explicitly told that I am a part of the ingroup then I will assume I must be part of the outgroup

used to live in a college town that was huge on sports. 80% of small talk was sportsball and so i developed an Evil Habit: whenever the conversation inevitably turned to the upcoming Big Game i would act excited and then confused. I would earnestly insist they had the details wrong. "the game next Saturday? don't you mean the Thursday after? playing against the [predator species]? no we're playing against the [other predator species]." And so on. i would draw this argument out for as long as feasibly possible, until eventually someone would pull out their phone to prove to me my wrongness. At which point I would squint exaggerated at the screen, slap my forehead in an eureka moment, and exclaim "oh you meant the MEN'S team!!! are they doing a game? that's nice."

*trying to pitch public transportation to Americans* it’s like a legal form of texting while driving

“trad wives just need to realize their inner queer!” i promise u the white women that believe in the great replacement theory don’t have inner queer thoughts they are just nazis

I'm trying to think of the name of those off-brand hedgehog things but the only thing that comes to mind is enchilada

Their dicks have 4 heads

ALL THE KNUCKLES PORNOGRAPHY IS INACCURATE

why do people keep saying this