By Jessica • 19 years ago

All I want for Christmas


I can imagine it now…
The guy at the bar who has spent the last fifteen minutes making bad feminism jokes after I told him about what I do is now inexplicably asking me for my number. Instead of wasting my breath to tell him what I think about him, I just hand him a card. Perfection.
Via Gawker.

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