Oh, and I'm not a juvenile asshat with the emotional maturity of a cucumber.
And I bet you probably wouldn't have yelled those insults out the window when you were a teenager, either! Because you are, you know, not a jackass.
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Oh, and I'm not a juvenile asshat with the emotional maturity of a cucumber.
And I bet you probably wouldn't have yelled those insults out the window when you were a teenager, either! Because you are, you know, not a jackass.
ION, the Mr Tusks storyline going on right now on Dinosaur Comics is my favorite thing in the history of ever. I want a tiny elephant friend!
I prefer the fat remarks I get now to the "Nice tits!" I got when it was obvious I was born with big tits rather than being uniformly fat.
I prefer the fat remarks I get now to the "Nice tits!" I got when it was obvious I was born with big tits rather than being uniformly fat.
But, see, there's a perfect comeback for that! It's "THANKS! I grew them myself!"
(provided, of course, that they are your natural tits)
Frank was adorable. A-DOR-ABLE.
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So...does that mean I'm really Pete?
(provided, of course, that they are your natural tits)
If they're not you just say, "I earned 'em myself!"
ETA: I usually just say, "Yes. Yes they are." in a calm, self-satisfied way.
But, see, there's a perfect comeback for that! It's "THANKS! I grew them myself!"
Except that the entire street and everyone in every car is turning to look so they can judge for themselves, and I prefer not to have a couple of hundred strangers inviting themselves to peruse.
Steph, did you get the magic cards I sent in the mail? I probably should have gotten a track on it.
Oh! Yes, I did -- a couple of weeks ago, I think. (Maybe?) Thanks!
I am also a 20-something who does not shout insults out of my car window. Of course, I don't have a car.
Jess, we know the truth: if you DID have a car, you'd drive around insulting people's cooking. "You call THAT a roux??? Looks more like glue!!!"
The bonus is that it rhymes.
And she'd throw pickled radishes.
If they're not you just say, "I earned 'em myself!"
Right! Or "Thanks! I bought them with my own money!"
Except that the entire street and everyone in every car is turning to look so they can judge for themselves, and I prefer not to have a couple of hundred strangers inviting themselves to peruse.
ah, therein lies the difference between you and me! (Not really!) Actually, if anyone noticed at all they'd probably just notice the ass-y car shouting guys.