Rebecca: I'm gonna go put on a thong. Or maybe I won't wear any underwear, and that way he'll just smell my pheromones. Like a lion! Right? Heather: Yeah, I would do a thong.
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Erin Ehrlich
Greg: A dude just left your apartment! You took some guy home from our date and slept with him? What is wrong with you? I don't understand! Rebecca: No, see that's it, you don't understand. Like, I'm not... I'm not an adult! Like, what we were doing back at the taco festival, like being like all…
We can't undo, can't make amends. Dysfunction is our lingua franca. We can't unscrew each other's friends - we're Jerry Springer not Casablanca. There's hard-to-get, then there's neglect - to say it's fate, you'd have to be a bit slow! Not to be crass, but this sucks ass. This was a shit show.
There are no signs. Life doesn't happen to you, you make decisions. And right now I'm deciding to move forward with my life.
Ah, not a problem for me. I love a good public poo. It's like, leave it and forget it - not my mess!
This is why I'm growing out my pubic hair - because it makes me feel like a fierce animal!
Okay well, let's not knock someone for a fetish. I mean, you know, some people like being... choked by red licorice. I'm not saying who, but I think you know it's me.