OP drank the koolaid that pits genders against each other.

Cruel and unusual bunishment.

Getting these vibes

The URL provided to unsubscribe more often than not, at the very least contains tracking info. Then again, you should always assume every image and link in an email from a company or service is designed to track you.

I was thinking it may look like a obscured blowjob, or if you’re quickly scrolling by it might look like a crotch being cupped.

I’m all in on Delta, personally. Had Nothing but good experiences.

I’ll tell you who can go fuck themselves: Air France.

United is the fucking worst.

Just say “retard” if you’re gonna say it. Lazily censoring it seems worse, because implications.

MY NAME’S FLOWER

Touch me on the back

I know it, and I like to play smooth jazz before bed, to help get them in the mood.

OH SHIT

Only block.

Don’t touch anything in the apartment, honestly.

I guess it got into the window sill,or maybe the drapes.

The lyrics specifically say:

As he came into the window

He didn’t come “through” the window, but rather “into.”

So one would have to assume the crescendo was the loud groaning sound the smooth criminal makes as he empties himself on the window.

I could piss stronger than a cicada.

You probably did something else that deserved the beating though, right?

I’ve heard much worse coping mechanisms.

There is an idea of a Patrick Bateman, some kind of abstraction, but there is no real me, only an entity, something illusory, and though I can hide my cold gaze and you can shake my hand and feel flesh gripping yours and maybe you can even sense our lifestyles are probably comparable: I simply am regarded.