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Stop trying to seduce me, dude.

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yeah, leash on dog while cycling is not doable, I've read about it since a long time ago. I randomly (and rarely) see a person keeping it on leash while cycling in SF... usually / probably a very timid smallish dog
I've seen people in my neighborhood when I take the cans to the curb on trash day or when walking to the mail box that "walk" their dogs while driving a golf cart.

I'm still not sure how I feel about that.
 
I've seen people in my neighborhood when I take the cans to the curb on trash day or when walking to the mail box that "walk" their dogs while driving a golf cart.

I'm still not sure how I feel about that.
Dog walks kept me sane when I was in the wheelchair. Dog walk meant Cootz walk too.

It kept me reasonably active and getting outside was good for me. I was so happy when my arms were strong enough for crutches around the house instead of the walker.
 
oh, OH. So because I'm black and we stereotypically like big asses, this is going to help? How dare you!!!

And now I'm reminded of one of the jewels of youtube during the early days when youtube was a wasteland of tons of random shit before it became so commercialized.


BIG BOOTY BITCHES, BIG BIG BOOTY BITCHES

SKINNY BITCHES GET OUT, WE DON'T WANT NO SKINNY BITCHES
 
oh, OH. So because I'm black and we stereotypically like big asses, this is going to help? How dare you!!!

And now I'm reminded of one of the jewels of youtube during the early days when youtube was a wasteland of tons of random shit before it became so commercialized.


BIG BOOTY BITCHES, BIG BIG BOOTY BITCHES

SKINNY BITCHES GET OUT, WE DON'T WANT NO SKINNY BITCHES
Oh no it’s because you’ve directly commented about my butt. You’re welcome. I made it for you.

🍑🍑🍑🍑🍑
 
Dog walks kept me sane when I was in the wheelchair. Dog walk meant Cootz walk too.

It kept me reasonably active and getting outside was good for me. I was so happy when my arms were strong enough for crutches around the house instead of the walker.
I'm still caring for this terror, my brother's dog. I can't walk her because just trying to put the leash/harness on her is a chore because she won't stay still and biting at my hands. And even if I can, she wants to chase other dogs and people and bark so loudly at them.

It's to the point, when I see her food and water bowls are empty, I have to put her outside and close the sliding door. Because if I don't, while I'm trying to put the bowls down, she'll be jumping all over me and I can't put the bowls down without spilling. She's not a big dog but she's big enough that if she pushes me, her food and water ends up on the floor. It's so annoying like... I'm trying to help you and you're preventing me from doing exactly that. Also, I had to put the trash can on top of one of the counters because she has and will knock the trash can down and rummage through it making a huge mess. I'm sure there are reasons or something I could do differently but this is not my dog and I am not a dog owner.

Sorry for venting on that. I am just so tired of this dog. It's a daily thing I have to deal with. I don't treat her badly but it's very hard to even look at the dog because all I see and think is my brother in jail and left me with this burden.
 
Oh no it’s because you’ve directly commented about my butt. You’re welcome. I made it for you.

🍑🍑🍑🍑🍑
Well it is a nice butt. I'd slap it. Or say something like, "Where's that dump truck going?"

Feel free to report this post to Human Resources so I sit through a 45 minute presentation about the proper way to conduct yourself with female coworkers.
 
Well it is a nice butt. I'd slap it. Or say something like, "Where's that dump truck going?"

Feel free to report this post to Human Resources so I sit through a 45 minute presentation about the proper way to conduct yourself with female coworkers.
Shit the reminds me I have to do that two hour harassment prevention video fuckery.

*lines coworkers up and slaps their asses*
 
oh, OH. So because I'm black and we stereotypically like big asses, this is going to help? How dare you!!!

And now I'm reminded of one of the jewels of youtube during the early days when youtube was a wasteland of tons of random shit before it became so commercialized.


BIG BOOTY BITCHES, BIG BIG BOOTY BITCHES

SKINNY BITCHES GET OUT, WE DON'T WANT NO SKINNY BITCHES

Bruh

Bruhhhhhhhhhh


This is on my blackhole of YouTube playlist and, I'm pretty sure you're the second person ever to know about it.


Not sure if that's a good thing or not, but....

Bruh
 
Oohhh my back has been bad. It hurts and I took an Advil.

There's this clicking in the lower back, like disks shifting basically :( okay hopefully it's better tomorrow
 
I'll still never understand why my brother decided to name this terror dog Paul. But he also named my niece Mason. Why he insisted on giving his daughter and his dog male names, I don't get it.

I stopped trying to understand why my brother does anything he does. The only thing I've ever been envious of his is he has a way to get girls/ladies to like him in first contact. I don't have that "power" and I don't know how to do that. Except for a couple, I'm still on good terms with my exes. What I do remember, spending a weekend with him and one of his exes, Stephanie joked to me, "I think I dated the wrong brother."

We've been through a lot and I've forgiven him for so many things. I'm not going to forgive him for the reason why he's sitting in a jail cell. YOU DON'T PUT HANDS ON A WOMAN. I don't care if I'm repeating myself. He is where he belongs to be. The picture Sara sent me of him beating her up and looking like she went 10 rounds with Mike Tyson still makes me angry.

I'm sorry to keep going on about this. I trust my BARF post whore friends (well, most of you) It's my family. He is my mother's son and she can't or won't give up on him the way I have. He's a lost cause to me. He doesn't have any friends, which fucking sucks but he made his bed and he can sleep in it. She knows this and she knew asking me to drive her to LA to deliver contacts to him is not something I'm not going to like and what that meant to me because I'm doing it for her, not for him.
 
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Good Monday morning.

Maybe a fresh start. :teeth

Should be an interesting week. Hoping it will be a good one.
 
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