I have girly arms and I mean it.
one time I wore a nice shirt and looked stupid in it.
that time was last night and probably right now also
and likely other times that will exist in the future.
I have girly arms and I mean it.
I should be a girly arms model, kind of like a plus-size model.
a baby deer running in a field, the little stickly legs,
that's what I picture in my head when I think about my girly arms.
I have girly arms and I mean it.
that's such a basic cause of anguish, jesus.
I can't believe that no one has written a giant novel
about the lifetime of a person struggling to cope with his girly arms.
buddah and charles dickens didn't have girly arms.
otherwise their philosophies would have been different, more emasculated.
kafka probably had girly arms.
kind of wish the internet had more pictures of kafka in a tanktop.
I have girly arms and I mean it.
the point of a shirt is to fill it up, to maximize your investment.
I am so angry at my girly arms I could punch my dad in the dick,
which would have no effect, because I have girly arms.
I want to buy a five thousand pound computer mouse to train my arms,
does that exist.
I have girly arms and I mean it.
when I am in a room where people look like they want to have s** with each other
but no one seems to want to have s** with me, I usually think, ‘that seems rude.'