'I can never tell when he's joking.' —
@hotfountainpen
| 'Either a crazy person or impressive commitment to the bit.' —
@mcrumps
| 'An actual freak.' —
@idkmanwow
@sapphicdyad
@itsnotjess123
"Pack your fucking knives, get out, you're off the show."
"Sorry, Chef."
"Because… you should be working in the finest restaurant in the world."
"Thank you, Chef."
"Just not any world that I live in."
"Sorry, Chef."
@TamingMyImpala
I was so afraid of this scenario that I deliberately avoided getting succ until the ripe old age of thirty-four, when I finally met a fellatrix with whom I was sufficiently comfortable.
@WHOGOTPIE1
@briantheruller
On the contrary, MAKING MIRRORS went double platinum in the U.S. and triple platinum in Australia and won the Grammy for Best Alternative Music Album. I still bump "Giving Me a Chance" on the regular.
@BipolarHaver
I landed a therapist on my first try.
At the end of our first session, he unconvincingly faked closing a drawer on his hand when he sensed I was about to attempt to shake it.
"I have an owie," he said. "I can't shake. Because of my owie."
We did not have a second session.
I don’t blame anyone for not knowing if I’m being sarcastic or not. There’s too many dipshits out there that would say this exact thing with a straight face.
@eeyoreinpain
@perfectsweeties
@desukidesu
In third grade I played rock paper scissors with a second-grader who held up his playing hand with the fingers angled down, then lowered it slowly as he wiggled the fingers.
"Wait, what's that?" I asked.
"Rain. It beats everything."
I thought: "This kid is not one to watch."
@notkristiane
A few weeks ago I tweeted that smoking was gross and someone replied, "So the only thing that helps with my disabilities is gross?!!" and added a bunch of gross photos of herself smoking.
@kaiismisery
@SelenaBROmez321
One time in my parents' bathroom I saw that the previous occupant had clogged the john with TP. I pulled out the obstructing paper with my bare right hand, then successfully flushed with my left, then noticed that my right was covered in semen that could only have been my dad's.
@bocxtop
The shop where I work was out of business from March 17 through May 27 of last year, during which time I would occasionally let myself in and liberate toilet paper for my less anally fortunate neighbors, for I am what the young people call a real one.
@NyvzStyle
@BipolarHaver
This was in 2009. I don't remember his name. But yes, I should've reported him. The owie incident was just the tip of the unprofessionalism iceberg.
@NyvzStyle
@BipolarHaver
4. He said he would follow up with me by phone. I asked that he call only my cell, never my workplace. Two days later my boss handed me the work phone, saying, "Here, it's your therapist."
@NyvzStyle
@BipolarHaver
Four more chunks of the iceberg:
1. He told me that by definition, a person who hadn't recently cried couldn't be clinically depressed.
2. He heavily implied I was a rich kid faking symptoms for attention (wrong on both counts).
@NyvzStyle
@BipolarHaver
3. Toward the end of our session, I was to fill out a questionnaire evaluating his performance. He read me the prompts and filled in my answers himself. He said he would "appreciate all 10s."
Parthian Shot to a Bartender
You say that I can't read the room.
Not only can I read it,
I read it.
You wrote it gloomy as a tomb,
you lonely man. It needed
an edit.
@Eve6
When Rush Limbaugh died, one of my uncles said, "I'm going to leave a bottle of fine imported whiskey on his grave. But first I'm going to strain it through my kidneys."
@psychodelixate
Can confirm. I lost my virginity thanks to my fame as the founder of a Facebook group that ultimately had over 30,000 members. "I can't believe I won the group," said my fellatrix just after she made me toss eighty-two hours' worth of tadpole sauce.
Oh, to be thirty-four again!
Colonel Angus
She asked me to hold her.
I said, "I'm on top of it.
But first, my tall cool drink of gin,
a moment, please, to drink you in."
Suddenly bolder,
she said, "Do the opposite."