A day in the life…

Shunga (adj.) = tanga
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I just hate it.

Fickle-minded people.

One moment, they tell you to do this and that. So you do. When you show them what you did, they change their mind. As in a 180-degree turn.

It would have been friggin’ okay if they did it twice, thrice.

But it’s like the Nth friggin’ time.

Friggin’ a******s.

My evil side wants to chop their bodies to pieces and put them in the refrigerator or bake them alive in the oven. Unfortunately, it’s suppresed by conscience.

So I have no choice but to endure their fickleness.

After all, they pay me to do this.

Damn.