Plaguespreader
By: Matthew Misener, Twitter: twitter.com/ArlinBradley
I’m infected. You know what I’m infected with. You saw it on the news. The World Health Organization called it a pandemic the other day. I never thought it would infect me. But, it did. Now, I don’t know what to do.
Unlike some people my age, I don’t have a salary. I don’t have any sick days. I used them all when I sprained my ankle in January. Brett says I need a doctor’s note to get paid leave. You know, to make sure I’m not capitalizing on the paranoia to dodge shifts. He doesn’t want to set a precedent. Problem is, I can’t afford the bill. Sure, it’s not a 100k heart attack bill. But $175 for a checkup is almost half a week’s pay. I know I need to self-quarantine. But, I don’t have any savings. I can’t pay rent if I don’t go out and make rent money. You know what I need to do. But, I’m not sure I have the stomach to do it.
advizor54
If my wife reads this we’ll never leave the house again.
peacegina125
Fucccckkkk
Anonymous asked:
What kind of boys do you like
i don’t actually like boys i’m just attracted to them
not-iain-deactivated20200428
Just checked my account balance and I am now currently taking applications for sugar daddies.
salty-blue-mage
Me in the club when all the shots finally hit
phallical
Cynthia snapped
fuk-in ded
not-iain-deactivated20200428
You ever wake up early and your so disheveled/squinty/puffy that you have to enter your code bc your phone doesn’t recognize your face?
