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This man was born with glass bones and paper skin. Every morning he breaks his legs, and every afternoon he breaks his arms. At night, he lies awake in agony until his heart attacks put him to sleep.

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I wanna be in love but also yikes

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Big Strap-on Energy

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literally us gays growing up and trying to relate to something

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Flipping through Grindr after you just moved.

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Me, plunking Stinky Bastard Man’s carrier on the counter: hi he’s here for shots and a nail trim and he’ll need to be sedated

Nurse: Are you sure? We can try-

Me: he needs to be sedated

Nurse: Well, it’ll take longer-

Me: he needs to be sedated, he will try to rip your face off

Nurse: Well we’ll try without first and we’ll let you know if we need to sedate

Me, watching her carry him away: you will need to sedate him

Nurse, coming back 10 minutes later clutching her hand: so, we will need to sedate him

Me:

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A man with 3 caution stickers on his med file

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I didn’t know what animal this would be, but I sure as hell would have listened the first time if a cat owner told me to sedate their fucking cat

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I used to have a cat who was a giant ball of fluff that was all of 7 lbs, if that. His nickname was “projectile serrated knives” and the vet would have to leave every cage around him empty when he had to stay overnight because he’d go after anything he could reach, including arms coming for other cats. They had to take out the BIG shoulder length leather gloves for him. A vet tech handed him back to me, gloves on her hands, holding the carrier at arm’s length, caution on her face and when I went to stick my fingers in the carrier saying “Hello darling baby, how’s my little one?” she pulled a “Uhhh, ma’am, you may not wanna—that is, he’s very-“ And then my darling floof, who loved me like he loved exactly nothing else in this world, head butted my finger tips and started to purr, and the poor vet tech looked at me like I was a wizard and actually blurted out “How?! How did you DO that???” I smiled the smile a wizard would and didn’t explain, because what else can you do at that point?