I’m so fucking ugly.
No, stop. Don’t think about it.
I don’t feel anything.
Yes I do.
I can feel everything.
Just shut your fucking mouth if you don’t know what to say.
I don’t need your words, they won’t cure me.
If you want to help let me talk.
Stop trying to promise it’ll get better.
Stop trying to make everything simple.
Stop trying to belittle the situation.
I need help, I get that.
Thinking positive, I haven’t heard of that before, I’ll do that.
Having fun, I’ll give it a go.
But,
it doesn’t feel fun.
Please don’t ask me what’s wrong.
Don’t push it, you won’t like the answer.
There, I’ve said it. You feel like shit and I’m sorry.
I’m sorry that I made you feel useless.
Just don’t talk about it.
Please.
Just.
Tell me a joke.
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The Lone Ranger and his partner in justice Tanto are captured by a tribe of angry indians.. Brought before the chief and the chief tells them “On the night of the new moon you both shall be put to death. Three nights from now you will be no more…”
Lone Ranger and Tanto look at each other and Ranger asks the chief if he could have a dying wish. Chief looked at him blankly and finally let out a yes. Lone Ranger asks if he could speak to his horse. They bring him his horse. He whispers in his horses ear and slaps the horse on the ass and it gallops off into the sunset. Later that evening the horse returns with the most bodacious blonde completely nude — her hair flowing in the wind. Absolutely ravishing. The tribe gawks at her in wonder and the Chief says no matter how beautiful she is it won’t change his verdict.
NIght passes and Ranger and Tanto commiserate amongst themselves for a solution. Ranger asks to speak to his horse Silver once again. Chief concedes. Ranger whispers into the horse’s ear and slaps his ass and off he gallops into the evening sky. Later that night the horse rides back into camp with the most beautiful brunette, breasts are bouncing as the air touches her naked body. She is a stone cold stunner. Tribe gawks jaws to the floor. Chief looks pleased but says that his decision still stands and they have one more night until the new moon and their inevitable demise.
The next day Lone Ranger and Tanto begin to sweat… Ranger asks for his horse once again and whispers into its ear. Slaps its ass and off it trots into the orange horizon. Later that evening his horse Silver rides into camp with a mint auburn blaze day walker. A stark naked red head with legs for days and curves that could cause an accident. Chief and his tribe ogle and are stunned speechless. Lone Ranger looks at Tanto and beads of sweat trickle down their faces. Chief says despite her beauty they are still resigned to death.
Ranger looks at the Chief: “Can I speak to my horse one last time Chief SittingBull?” Chief nods. Lone Ranger walks up this horse vehement and desperate, leans over and whispers into its ear, “I said get possy; not *****! Possy!”
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What’s the difference between a [insert your choice of dim-witted stereotype] and a shopping cart?
Sometimes a shopping cart has a mind of it’s own.