There is this guy who starts bitching about old people on the phone who ramble and talk slowly. I mean loudly and dramatically bitching about it. He pushes the mute button and says charming things like “why don’t you put your head in a fucking oven”.
The irony in this is that said guy rambles and pontificates loudly on any fan boy subject that enters his trying-too-hard-to-be-twenty-five-again head. I know, I mean I know that he’ll be that old guy who calls 1-800 customer service lines just to have somebody to talk to.
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i met husbands 2, 3, and 5 while chatting on 1-900 numbers. oh wait. you were talking about 1-800 numbers. i only got a hand job from those.
You are so much like mom that it scares me. Except she used to pay ME for handjobs.
that's my mom, too.
hey! IM 25!
i don talk about heads in ovens... unless its your head... my oven. hubba hubba. biffy wont mind.
I love it when someone can take suicide imagery and make it hot! Sexy hot! Happy fun fun sexy Mchot hot!
I like having old people over for dinner. They taste good.
It's true. And vegetarians? They taste like chicken.
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