You know what? There's a certain noble satisfaction to being the gentleman. A certain self-righteous thrill at a particular act of chivalry. You know what else?
It only goes so fucking far.
So after cleaning up my friend's mes because he's too much of a prat to do something as simple as say 'no', I end up sharing a taxi with a complete stranger to make sure she gets back alright, adding about 15 and an hour to my journey home, then rejecting her when she pretty much begs me to come back up with her and pound her brains out because she's too fucking drunk and I refuse to take advantage. Bah. From now on, I'm the asshole, I'm tired of being the gentleman. Oh who am I kidding? I don't bloody well have itin me ot be the asshole. Oh bollocks to the lot of it.
However, in happier news: SOCIAL MOTHERFUCKING DISTORTION MOTHERFUCKERS
It only goes so fucking far.
So after cleaning up my friend's mes because he's too much of a prat to do something as simple as say 'no', I end up sharing a taxi with a complete stranger to make sure she gets back alright, adding about 15 and an hour to my journey home, then rejecting her when she pretty much begs me to come back up with her and pound her brains out because she's too fucking drunk and I refuse to take advantage. Bah. From now on, I'm the asshole, I'm tired of being the gentleman. Oh who am I kidding? I don't bloody well have itin me ot be the asshole. Oh bollocks to the lot of it.
However, in happier news: SOCIAL MOTHERFUCKING DISTORTION MOTHERFUCKERS
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you bang her brains out... then offer her breckfast in the morning... voila!
problem solved!