The ATF is like that kid we all went to school with or that coworker we've all had that just has no fucking clue what they want to do with their lives or who they even are even though they're fucking adults, per se. They're 48 goddamn years old and they haven't figured jack shit out about anything regarding themselves or how they even want to handle shit. They're finicky, inconsistent, moody, angsty, and they lash out randomly at people around them for random shit because they have an identity crisis that's causing them to be self loathing and carry around so much pent up emotional baggage that they've become a ticking time bomb.
I found out that the guy I work with that fits that description just ordered a top secret ass toy from walmart.com and one of our other employees just so happens be good friends with the person that works with receiving online order shipments at Wally World. Needless to say, now myself and this other employee are carrying around a dark secret... that our resident manchild secretly stimulates his prostate because he's a deeply closeted homosexual and can't accept that.
What I'm saying is go fuck yourself ATF and lighten up.
The ATF is like that kid we all went to school with or that coworker we've all had that just has no fucking clue what they want to do with their lives or who they even are even though they're fucking adults, per se. They're 48 goddamn years old and they haven't figured jack shit out about anything regarding themselves or how they even want to handle shit. They're finicky, inconsistent, moody, angsty, and they lash out randomly at people around them for random shit because they have an identity crisis that's causing them to be self loathing and carry around so much pent up emotional baggage that they've become a ticking time bomb.
I found out that the guy I work with that fits that description just ordered a top secret ass toy from walmart.com and one of our other employees just so happens be good friends with the person that works with receiving online order shipments at Wally World. Needless to say, now myself and this other employee are carrying around a dark secret... that our resident manchild secretly stimulates his prostate because he's a deeply closeted homosexual and can't accept that.
What I'm saying is go fuck yourself ATF and lighten up.
Secret ass toys are so sad. Be your true self; wear that asstoy on your PC loud and proud
Exactly. Nobody gives a fuck what you do to your butt on your own time.
Except for Jesus and you’ll just have to get right with him a few minutes before you die, I hear.
“Hey man, I’m sorry I plugged up my zap with weird toys because I have strange sexual appetites. Can I come to heaven?”
“Inherit thine flame, homosexual.”