Questions don't bother me. People worry about questions making you feel awkward or uncomfortable, but it's not like that. For me, it's not like that. I like being asked questions. The awkward, uncomfortable questions especially. Those make things fun. It's only when I can't think of a good answer that things start to fall apart. I feel like I always need to have a solid answer for anything. Or at least a witty comment. Or a snide comment. Or a bad joke. Or anything, really.That's alright. I did my research and now I'm writing my answer. Probably not the best way to go about doing it, but that's how it goes sometimes. I like to be thorough. Or I'm just bad at answering questions.It's been a good week so far. I'm excited for the weekend, though. Maybe.
This is something I feel very strongly about. So strong are my emotions about it, in fact, that I have haphazardly drafted this singular post about it on the fly. I hope, for your sake, that you are seated as I deal with this incredibly important social issue and say controversial things--the likes of which give women the vapors. Shorts. I fucking hate shorts. I hate them because you can't look cool in them. Think about it. Have you ever seen an action hero save the world wearing shorts? No. Action heroes wear pants. Men wear pants. People who save the world wear pants. Pants, pants, pants. Nobody wears shorts excepts, like, stoners, lazy guys, and dudes. And bros. Those archetypes do not do adventurous things. Indiana Jones? Pants. Robocop? Pants. Flapjack? Pants. Bear Grylls? Pants. Australian stereotypes? Shorts. Australia really likes to try to censor their internet content. That doesn't sound so awesome and/or manly to me. To prove my conclusion that shorts a
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