LET ME TELL YOU SOMETHING, BUDDY *SLAMS HAND ON TABLE DRAMATICALLY* *slams hand on table AGAIN* *slams BOTH hands on table twice* *claps* *slams hands on table again* *claps* you’re a boy make a big noise playin in the street gonna be a big man some day you got mud on your face you big disgrace kickin your can all over the place SINGING we will we will rock you
Modest Mouse - Blame It On The Tetons
When I was a freshman, my sister was in eighth grade. There was a boy in two of her periods who would ask her out every single day. (Third and seventh period, if I remember correctly.) All day during third and seventh she would repeatedly tell him no. She didn’t beat around the bush, she didn’t lie and say she was taken—she just said no.
One day, in third period, after being rejected several times, he said; “I have a gun in my locker. If you don’t say yes, I am going to shoot you in seventh.”
If you consider yourself an MRA, please unfollow me now.
If you think the “friendzone” is a legitimate thing, please unfollow me now.
If you think that that murderer’s actions are in any way validated by what the women around him did or didn’t do, please unfollow me…