Ferrets playing inside a box of packing
My friend has owned about 80 gerbils in his life because his family is dumb and they allowed them to breed. All of them were eaten by his pair of carpet sharks because they were good at breaking out of their cheap ass pen. It became a daily game to see what body parts we would find. It was mostly the hindquarters and tail. I love those smelly little monsters.
I feel like this is essentially how all of my friendships start.
I wish I could hit it off like that. Most of the people I feel like I could connect with I miss the opportunity because I am too aspie. I just create fantasies in my head where we meet and get along.
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here have a PDF and a docx
Ooh this is perfect, Morgan! Reblogging so I don’t forget to add to my links because it’s fabulous!
Wow, bleach enemas. That’s a new one. I learned about chelation at the Autism Conference two years ago but I guess people are getting even more stupid about it. Besides, Autism does not speak, 40% of them are non-verbal and the rest are usually introverted.
Him: I don’t date black women. It’s just a preference.
Me: Based on what?
Him: Nothing, it’s just how I feel.
Me: Impossible, deliberate aversions come from somewhere.
Him: Its just a preference, that’s all.
Me: No, a preference is preferring broccoli to asparagus. You can say that because asparagus will always taste the same, even when prepared differently.
Me: And we’re not always the same at all. There are hundreds of millions of us and we’re each completely different from the next. If an employer said not hiring Black people was a preference would you agree?
Him: No, but that’s based on stereotypes.
Me: … And what is yours based on, facts?
Oh, bitch. Read down!
Oh my Lordy yes
I don’t get this post. I couldn’t date a black woman either because I don’t find the skin color sexually appealing, but that doesn’t bar me from being friends with black men or women. Hell, one of the only people I talk to at the college anymore is a black man with a bad history who is trying to reform himself so he can give a better life to his formerly estranged children. He’s a good man and though his lack of early education and consequences of substance abuse show, he tries harder than almost any other student I have met at the college and he perseveres. He rambles a lot though, and it gets on some of the professors’ nerves I can tell. Our psychology professor had to fight to cut him off because sometimes he wouldn’t take the hint that he needed to wrap things up.