I have problems mangs.
STORY TIME.
This weekend my mom came to Mississippi just to visit me. I've had a wonderful time with her, because she's the world's biggest tomboy. Unfortunately, she had one of her few female impulses and dragged me off to the mall to go shopping.
It wasn't that bad. I sorta spaced out for the majority of the trip. The last shop we went to appeared to be like every other at first glance. It took me five full minutes to realize that she had dragged me into some sex shop. I kid you not, there were sexual apparatuses and dirty birthday cards everywhere.
Long story short, I got a blacklight. <3
But back to the help me part.
After a lot of thinking, I've come to two conclusions; Either I just don't pay attention to anything, or the internet has severely desensitized me.
Is there rehab for this crap?
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