So me and my girlfriend have been together for some time and we’ve had a smooth relationship without many issues but recently something came up. We had just gotten home from the store and as we’re walking to the door there was a big slug on the steps.
We stopped to examine it and then suddenly she started laughing and saying that it looked like my thing. My girlfriend is pretty silly generally so I didn’t really think anything of it. But ever since then for the last few months she keeps saying my thing looks like a slug.
It just started bothering me that she kept saying that and it would always completely kill the mood when she referred to it as “a cute little slug”. I decided to explain to her that it felt demeaning one day and we ended up getting into a pretty big argument about it.
Now she’s mad at me and we haven’t made up. She says that it was funny and that I’m taking it too seriously. She says I’ve taken it too far and it’s just because of my “fragile masculinity” that I feel this way. I understand that maybe I’m being sensitive but it just feels weird that she says that. I would much rather she said like, that it was a powerful snake or something.
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So me and my girlfriend have been together for some time and we’ve had a smooth relationship without many issues but recently something came up. We had just gotten home from the store and as we’re walking to the door there was a big slug on the steps.
We stopped to examine it and then suddenly she started laughing and saying that it looked like my thing. My girlfriend is pretty silly generally so I didn’t really think anything of it. But ever since then for the last few months she keeps saying my thing looks like a slug.
It just started bothering me that she kept saying that and it would always completely kill the mood when she referred to it as “a cute little slug”. I decided to explain to her that it felt demeaning one day and we ended up getting into a pretty big argument about it.
Now she’s mad at me and we haven’t made up. She says that it was funny and that I’m taking it too seriously. She says I’ve taken it too far and it’s just because of my “fragile masculinity” that I feel this way. I understand that maybe I’m being sensitive but it just feels weird that she says that. I would much rather she said like, that it was a powerful snake or something.
Oh I know Jeremy Harrington well, too well sadly He lived in a richer area of New York at one point. I bumped into him in a sandwich shop. He was shooting the shit with the sandwich maker when I came up to give my order. I got a standard turkey on wheat with mayo and pepper jack. It was something very simple. All the while Jerma was laughing to himself and pointing at me occasionally mumbling, "Is this guy serious?"
I wasn't sure why I guess he was displeased about me ordering or what I ordered. After I got my sandwich I sat down and ate while he just leaved back into the windowed meat display and watched me. When I got up to throw the trash away he stopped me and offered his hand. I was shy because I knew who he was but he introduced himself anyways. When I shook his hand the other hand came out of his pocket holding a tazer which he used on my neck. When I fell to the ground tense I soiled myself. He laughed, "This guy." And started kicking me in the face quoting videos over and over, "DON'T SAY SWEARS, DON'T SAY SWEARS."
I woke up in the hospital next to a vase of broccoli labeled, "From Jerma."
Now every year he shows up to my families Thanksgiving dinner, uninvited, unannounced, and just eats, laughs to himself, and then leaves. Last year he murdered my mother. I fear what hurricane Jerma will bring this year...
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Oh I know Jeremy Harrington well, too well sadly He lived in a richer area of New York at one point. I bumped into him in a sandwich shop. He was shooting the shit with the sandwich maker when I came up to give my order. I got a standard turkey on wheat with mayo and pepper jack. It was something very simple. All the while Jerma was laughing to himself and pointing at me occasionally mumbling, "Is this guy serious?"
I wasn't sure why I guess he was displeased about me ordering or what I ordered. After I got my sandwich I sat down and ate while he just leaved back into the windowed meat display and watched me. When I got up to throw the trash away he stopped me and offered his hand. I was shy because I knew who he was but he introduced himself anyways. When I shook his hand the other hand came out of his pocket holding a tazer which he used on my neck. When I fell to the ground tense I soiled myself. He laughed, "This guy." And started kicking me in the face quoting videos over and over, "DON'T SAY SWEARS, DON'T SAY SWEARS."
I woke up in the hospital next to a vase of broccoli labeled, "From Jerma."
Now every year he shows up to my families Thanksgiving dinner, uninvited, unannounced, and just eats, laughs to himself, and then leaves. Last year he murdered my mother. I fear what hurricane Jerma will bring this year...