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Monday, December 26, 2016
Hands Off
When I said I was sore from sitting down all day at my shitty office job and need a massage, why did you think that was a clever way of telling you I want a massage from you? If I said my car needs a tune up, would you go outside and lift the hood? Keep those creepy vibes to yourself. –Desk Jocky with a Bad Back
