Head Holding
My brother needed to run some errands and asked our cousin if he wanted to tag along.Â
Once they met up, my brother said, “Well, where do you want to go first?”
My cousin said, “Man, I don’t care. You’re fucking this dog. I’m just holding its head.”
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I’ve been called intelligent, strong, an idiot, annoying, entertaining, obnoxious, kind, crazy, hilarious, a sociopath, a narcissist, beautiful, ugly, hideous, insensitive, a robot, intense, an insitgator, a mediator, logical, friendless, undateable, hot, creative, retarded, professional, leggy, fat, skinny, short, tall, blonde, blue-eyed, brunette, crass, vulgar, classy, crude, rude, inconsiderate, socially unacceptable, socially adept, talented, skilled, curious, and ridiculous.
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