#simplysaying

The prompts are awesome! :) haha but good luck with your interview!!!

Don’t ask ME (or most real ladies) “What you got on?” as if that’s going to segue the conversation into a sexy or freaky place.

1. The average single woman isn’t just sitting around in lingerie. Especially one who is living in Michigan in the dead middle of winter.

2. It’s just wack and immature. Say it out loud to yourself, “What you got on?” Unless you are talking to YOUR lady who is anticipating YOUR call or YOUR visit specifically, like I said in point one, she’s not decked out in a lace negligée and crotchless underwear just cause it’s Tuesday.

3. Questions like this imply that you have no game and even worse, no ability to carry on a conversation of substance so you resort to this 8th grade question.

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She hated elves, and elves hated her. That was how it had always been, ever since she was a little girl. Dwarves mocked the girly looks of the elves and their prettily brushed hair and thin armor, roaring in laughter while they talked about their proper manners and practised apathy, jokingly asking how did they reproduce at all when they all seemed disinterested in one another?

Every elf she had ever met had looked down upon her with their stupid keen eyes and an air of arrogance that sent her fuming, taunting her about her broad armor and that little dwarf helmet she was so proud of, demeaning her intelligence in battle because did she rush into battle head on and without thought, like every other oh so tiny dwarves in her village, never strategizing or making use of their brain?

“Go on, keep talking,” she snarled, raising her axe at them. “I’ll knock you right on your ass before you even finish your next sentence, you fucking dainty prick.”

She hated elves. Elves hated her.