First, a few words from my future husband.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KHE6zYSnPac&feature=channel_pageLook at his face when he says "We love the Cullens...deeply." UNF.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qGHzFNTXpWk&feature=channel_pageHe's deadly serious, y'all.
I love that he's always laughing. And that he looks like he really doesn't give a fuck.
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What is it about me that just compels my office mates to share their stories about bodily fluids with me? Last time I looked there was no sign on my forehead announcing my openness to hear stories about their bodily functions.
I thought the
Pee Lady was the last time anything involving my co-workers' fluids would come up in conversation, but yesterday I was proven wrong.
See, the cubicle next to mine was engaging in a conversation about safe sex -- or the lack of it in their lives. Now I know that I haven't engaged in sexual intercourse (yes, I am sharing that in a public forum) and should just shut my piehole during conversations like this, but when one of the guys -- an old guy who looks like a cadaver and has this disgusting habit of going on burping sprees in his cubicle -- suggested the withdrawal method, I had to speak up.
I was all "CONDOMS PEOPLE HOW HARD IS IT TO USE THEM GOSH." And then Old Cadaver Guy got me with this zinger: "Kapag nagsusuot ako ng condoms nahihirapan akong labasan." (I have a hard time getting an orgasm when I'm wearing a condom.)
THE IMAGE IS FOREVER BURNED INTO MY BRAIN. I THINK I VOMITED POOP AND MY INTESTINES TURNED INSIDE OUT.
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Freak Falling Limb Puts Google Engineer in Coma. Good golly.