How stupid is I?

does it prove IT?

It depends.

Do you work closely enough with her often enough that if she were to say no, would there be weirdness between you? The further apart your work is, the better IMO.

Is there any policy at work that prohibits this behavior? These can generally be ignored, but it adds a layer.

Shoot the shot bro. Be cool. Shoot the shot.

That swine whore sure got passed around a lot at your expense. Always playing games with you... I like bacon too much, it would have never lasted. :forkandknife:

So... 10 million missing votes, where's the update?

Did your nuts fall off at the crucial moment, and you were like "Hey, caveman pokie?" or "I like eggs" or "Rhode Island is the Pelican State"?

Did you sweep this darling off her feet, into your crib, and rock her like a hurricane?

Did you land somewhere in the middle, like "coffee/beer/wine/meth sounds fun, let's get together and do that"?

Or is it a god-damned nuthinburger?

I will accept any response, but I want the truth!

I shouldnt have said anything, feel stupid, 200% stupid.

I'm proud of you son. You did good.

Let it marinate. Have a joke ready, and don't trip over your own dick trying to tell it.

You know what you are? You're like a big bear with claws and with fangs.

(...big f***ing teeth, man)

Yeah... big f***in' teeth on ya'. And she's just like this little bunny, who's just kinda cowering in the corner.

(Shivering.)

Yeah, man just kinda... you know, you got these claws and you're staring at these claws and your thinking to yourself, and with these claws you're thinking, "How am I supposed to kill this bunny, how am I supposed to kill this bunny?"

(And you're poking at it, you're poking at it...)

Yeah, you're not hurting it. You're just kinda gently batting the bunny around, you know what I mean? And the bunny's scared Mike, the bunny's scared of you, shivering.

(And you got these f***ing claws and these fangs...)

And you got these f***ing claws and these fangs, man! And you're looking at your claws and you're looking at your fangs. And you're thinking to yourself, you don't know what to do, man. "I don't know how to kill the bunny." With *this* you don't know how to kill the bunny, do you know what I mean?

(You're like a big bear, man. Honestly, man.)

I don't know what a psalmist is, but how about her palms?

Did you send her a dickpix yet?

Chicks love dickpix.

This is chad tryin to get me fired