“Women don’t want to consent to sex,” said the villain.
“With you,” cried out the women of the world, unheard.
“It’s a universal preference,” he continued, unaware.
The women, now a chorus, fell upon him, tearing limbs from torso, and shredding his flesh to pieces the size of a paperback.
![Top skeets:
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The most Massachusetts thing that has ever happened. I took a client call in the car:
Me: I am really sorry, but I am about to go through Dunkin. When I roll the window down, we're in public, so there is no privilege, so we need to pause this.
Client: thank god, me too.
2.
Degree of "fuck all this" is nearly at maximum.
Unsubtle sign: bra showing through shirt, noticed on the way out the door. And yet. No change.
3.
Every time the IT department sends an email reminding us of the dangers of unexpected emails with a suspicious attachments, they include [a] word document that they say contains the firm policy on such things. No idea what's in there. I'm no sucker.](https://cdn.bsky.app/img/feed_thumbnail/plain/did:plc:tnsx7vxuaajpyzhil4i3oxnq/bafkreidfwlwgfsjjjyouau4zbhuur47ljjjq2pdkbisk7olqqap4fp4bz4)
