George Carlin, Jammin’ In New York, 1992
This is from ‘92 bruh…
"Open books, not legs" is the dumbest shit ever like
if I wanna read then I’ll read
and if I wanna fuck then I’ll fuck
and if I wanna rest my book against a hot guy’s head while he puts it between my spread legs then I’m gonna fucking do that bye
That was the hottest post I’ve ever read.
can we please destroy this idea that a person has to talk to you every minute of every day to like you
texting all day is not natural
force communication all hours of the day is not natural
We all have a someone we fucking don’t want to let go.