That moment when you receive true freedom from the worst 4 years of classes anyone could ask for... which quickly comes to an end when some random ass company chains you to some desk by your mental pink sock forcing you to slave away in a room smelling like a dutch oven where all the couches in the break room have already been hot pocketed by the last bitch who got an alaskan snow dragon on her smoke break.
Well shit, after May 11 the only job I could get was in California. How am I gonna tell my girlfriend?
It’s rate my body shape day. On that day you can send a picture of your body (naked, in underwear or just wearing what you feel in PHAT) and ask for an honest assessment of how sexy you are.
- It’s May 11. Wanna rate my some nudes?
- Boner alert