It was my second year of college and I was walking back to my dorm one night (I attend UC Berkeley and it's fairly open to the rest of the town, Berkeley, itself) and I wasn't with anyone and it was a more secluded, quieter, darker side of campus.
So, anyways, out of nowhere comes these 2 white kids (Just like me) with a knife, demanding I hand over my money. Just as I'm doing this (I'm 6'8" 240 but I'm not going against a knife) some black guy rounds the corner behind the white kids. He jus
No I'm not fat. No I won't make you a sandwich. No I'm not ugly. Yes I do go out with guy gamers, because we've got something fun in common. Yes my boyfriend is a bit of a geek, so what? No I won't show you my tits, so don't f***ing ask.
And finally.
Yes, we do f***ing exist, so stop saying otherwise. And we enjoy games (SHOCK HORROR) just as much as men.
My job is so f***ing unbelievable. I’ll try to sum it up by first telling you about the folks I work with:
First, there is this supermodel wanna-be chick. Yeah, okay, she is pretty hot, but damn is she completely useless. The girl is constantly fixing her hair or putting on makeup. She is extremely self-centered and has never once considered the needs or wants of anyone but herself. She is as dumb as a box of rocks, and I still find it surprising that she has enough brain power to continue t
