Sex & Shenanigans

Do you think people who own pet bunnies hide what they're doing when they eat a chocolate Easter bunny? Like, would it traumatize the pet to see their owner take a big bite out of another bunny's head?
Pet bunnies are the worst idea … we have a bunny problem in a few of our cities from people buying bunnies and then letting them go into the wild.
 
Anyone else take like 5 minutes before their work shift to just sit solemnly and try not to cry … while simultaneously trying psych yourself up for the day ahead?


No?


Just me?



Hmmm.. ok then. Don’t mind me. I’ll be in the corner having an existential crisis about life and why I’m forced to exist in this era instead of being worshipped by men in togas who feed me grapes for a glimpse of my tatas when my toga sleeve slips down a bit.
 
Anyone else take like 5 minutes before their work shift to just sit solemnly and try not to cry … while simultaneously trying psych yourself up for the day ahead?
Been there.
Hmmm.. ok then. Don’t mind me. I’ll be in the corner having an existential crisis about life and why I’m forced to exist in this era instead of being worshipped by men in togas who feed me grapes for a glimpse of my tatas when my toga sleeve slips down a bit.
The world would be a better place if we were allowed to worship/respect women like they should be.
 
I’ll be in the corner having an existential crisis about life and why I’m forced to exist in this era instead of being worshipped by men in togas who feed me grapes for a glimpse of my tatas when my toga sleeve slips down a bit.
Room in the corner for me? I’ll give you a big boob squish hug and then contemplate with you because, same.
 
Anyone else take like 5 minutes before their work shift to just sit solemnly and try not to cry … while simultaneously trying psych yourself up for the day ahead?


No?


Just me?



Hmmm.. ok then. Don’t mind me. I’ll be in the corner having an existential crisis about life and why I’m forced to exist in this era instead of being worshipped by men in togas who feed me grapes for a glimpse of my tatas when my toga sleeve slips down a bit.
Seems like you just need to find the man with the right kink
 
Anyone else take like 5 minutes before their work shift to just sit solemnly and try not to cry … while simultaneously trying psych yourself up for the day ahead?


No?


Just me?



Hmmm.. ok then. Don’t mind me. I’ll be in the corner having an existential crisis about life and why I’m forced to exist in this era instead of being worshipped by men in togas who feed me grapes for a glimpse of my tatas when my toga sleeve slips down a bit.
I think crying is better then when I double up on nicotine and caffeine before I walk into work 😂
 
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Wasn’t there talk a couple months ago on the sex toy review thread about organizing a Lit Lovense orgy? 🤔
No, that was a scientific experiment we definitely scienced up in a science lab to test the efficacy and efficiency of the Lovense toys & app. Just ask Dr. @morelikeasong who was the head of the study. The results will be published later this month in the journal Literific American.
 
Anyone else take like 5 minutes before their work shift to just sit solemnly and try not to cry … while simultaneously trying psych yourself up for the day ahead?


No?


Just me?



Hmmm.. ok then. Don’t mind me. I’ll be in the corner having an existential crisis about life and why I’m forced to exist in this era instead of being worshipped by men in togas who feed me grapes for a glimpse of my tatas when my toga sleeve slips down a bit.
It's more like 10 minutes for me but otherwise that's a pretty spot on description of my mornings
 
Anyone else take like 5 minutes before their work shift to just sit solemnly and try not to cry … while simultaneously trying psych yourself up for the day ahead?


No?


Just me?



Hmmm.. ok then. Don’t mind me. I’ll be in the corner having an existential crisis about life and why I’m forced to exist in this era instead of being worshipped by men in togas who feed me grapes for a glimpse of my tatas when my toga sleeve slips down a bit.
Honestly, I used to all of the time. Now? I fucking love my job. I think, "I get to do this" with a giddy giggle in the morning. I like being off, but I love what I do.
 
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