Bad News: Our boss locked the keys inside the building.
Good News: We didn’t have to wait around for a locksmith.
Bad News: My boss finds it very concerning that I know how to pick locks, and tried to unlock my Tragic Backstory™. I was too embarrassed to admit that the reason I learned was because, at thirteen, I figured that was the kind of skill that would impress cute girls.
Good News: A cute girl saw me do it.
Bad News: It was Maggie, and since she’s already seen me fall out of several trees, cry because I saw a fawn that was just too damn small, and knows I can ride a unicycle, she’ll never think I’m cool no matter what I do. It’s too late. She knows.
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When you just want to be left the f alone
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Imagine being an actual woman with 20+ years of political experience who has been the actual secretary of state being told that her temperament is a problem by the world’s angriest cheeto
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So I found this caterpillar on my way to class
We’re bros
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“A black man could never be president.”
Obama:
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