You wake up as an orc and see two more orcs looking down at you. One of them says: ’ finally, you’ve woken up from your coma’.
“Hey,” says Dave. “While you were asleep we started this thing where we dress up as orcs every other Tuesday. We wanted to make sure you didn’t feel left out.”
You pause. With a scratchy throat and dry mouth that hasn’t seen water nor speech in months, you say: “Dave, man, what the fuck?”
im not INTERESTED anymore in seeing men’s perception of what female leisure time looks like, how we lounge around hairless and small and beautiful on our beds and couches in oversized shirts and lace underwear, unaware and unassuming and all the more beautiful for not Trying to be beautiful, i’m TIRED of it. even our most basic freedom of privacy, time alone with the self, has been butchered and ripped from us by the gaze of male photographers and artists
Hey is the build a bear employee supposed to force us to jump up and down or are we getting hazed
as a build-a-bear employee it is my honor to happily inform you that we get to make everyone do whatever the fuck we want during a heart ceremony. jump to get that heart beating. rub that heart to your knees so your furry friend always needs you. rub it to your toes so it’s totally awesome! shake it up so it’s got enough energy to hang out with you all day! close your eyes, make a wish, and give it a kiss you helpless motherfucker