“I’m going to climb Mount Everest.”

-“That’s a great goal! I support that.”

“Then get your fucking climbing gear, you little bitch. Or are you a lying hypocrite?”

Yeah, this is definitely a rational line of thought.

Well obviously no, they’re all still alive. Only in death do coworkers here at Project Mayhem, LLC have a name.

To be fair, this would not be the first marriage that I’ve witnessed not surviving giant fake titties.

His name was Robert Paulson.

(Fuck me, why do I remember bitch-tits Bob’s proper name after 27 years but I forget my coworkers’ names sometimes?)

So many bad takes in this thread. Here’s mine:

You might not get the chance. I learned about virginity from the foul mouthed children on my school bus years before any adult thought it was time for proper sex education.