“Your teeth are stained from years of exposure to Mountain Dew.” “I smelled your despair before I saw you.” “I’m moving to Gaza.” “You randomly appeared outside my house one day.” These are things you’ve probably heard from potential suitors you barely know whose mild friendly acquaintance with yourself demands — nay, necessitates! — a lifelong commitment of love. Or at minimum, at least a reach around. Today, we delve into the depths of the friendzone, because sometimes people are too polite to tell you right off the bat that you’re an unlovable monster:
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