Submarine.
There’s always this fear of a friend dying and me never knowing that it is so.
The world is never that small.
DEAD!!!!!!!
I didn’t know there was a butter crisis in Norway.
It’s longer than most clips I post, but the build is incredible.
It’s an unimaginably perfect rant, the ‘sassy trying to find a word for it’ talk layered on top of the cake story slayed me. As well as his decription of coming into your house to eat all of your butter in front of you to ruin your Christmas.
Enjoy.
ALSO? this guy looks a lot like Taylor Armstrong from Real Housewives.
Okay, okay, you’ve got a baby!!!! We get it. We really, really do.
I recently wrote this:
I know the magazine had already wrapped up their December issue when this was set, but that kind of makes the inadvertent burn 100% more effective….
TOUCHE
WELL PLAYED, WORLD!!!
Ps- #4 Was a quote about dry humping, from Cameron Diaz
Two girls with a feminine version of G.I. haircuts, wearing mannish clothes, were brought into court on charges of tampering with and driving off in an automobile to make the rounds of Chicago’s North Side taverns. - Chicago, May 25, 1944
O.G.
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I suddenly realised I had a small-time crush on one of my younger students when I was in Vietnam.
We had coffee at this upscale, trendy cafe in the outskirts of Ho Chi Minh. Wasn’t able to resist, why, it’s part of that teacher-student on-the-side enrichment activities! She taught me most of the words in my limited Vietnamese vocabulary that I never learned to master during my entire stay. I taught her how to say “cappucino” with perfection, among many things. Fair trade.
And then it dawned on me, just about now, as I type this sentence: I forgot what her name is. Her English name, for crying out loud. Vietnamese names weren’t that easy to remember, as they all seemed like hieroglyphics to me that time. Plus her name doesn’t have a Nguyen in it. Miraculously. So to forget her English name - that’s beyond fuckery. And I liked this kid. My mind just turned into plain mush. There’s this symphony of laughter, coupled with mockery, that is doing a slight crescendo inside my head now.
But I digress. I always gave her high marks. She was really smart, so I guess that’s alright.
HAHA goddamn it where were my morals.
Probably went down the drain with all that irresistible dirty pho and dirty sugarcane sinh to that I flushed ever so recklessly inside my body. But it’s all good.
Freja everyday
