after the first day of training will their be a magic show and pony rides? also, should we wear our three-piece armani banker suits, or more casual attire like lull latex and leather bondage gear?
Victim training involves an intense course of self-discovery. People identify as all kinds of different people and things. One person identified as a brick, and through the process realised that bricks have been oppressed ever since their earliest discovered use in Çatalhöyük 7000 BC. Are bankers oppressed? Of course they are, so if that's what you identify as then you must express yourself. Are gimps opressed? Obviously. See how this works?
so that's how it works. brilliant, absolutely brilliant. and to think i needn't have troubled you with my query had i remembered that most enlightening zen koan; what is the sound of one hand slapping the shit out of a tree that fell on me in the forest when no one was around? i'm not worthy of your wisdom and understanding charles foster kane. upon further cogitation i will seek victim training dressed as my parole officer who blackmails me for shaving supplies. i honestly didn't realize women could have that much back hair. i rue the day she quit her job as a bricklayer.
after the first day of training will their be a magic show and pony rides? also, should we wear our three-piece armani banker suits, or more casual attire like lull latex and leather bondage gear?
Victim training involves an intense course of self-discovery. People identify as all kinds of different people and things. One person identified as a brick, and through the process realised that bricks have been oppressed ever since their earliest discovered use in Çatalhöyük 7000 BC. Are bankers oppressed? Of course they are, so if that's what you identify as then you must express yourself. Are gimps opressed? Obviously. See how this works?
so that's how it works. brilliant, absolutely brilliant. and to think i needn't have troubled you with my query had i remembered that most enlightening zen koan; what is the sound of one hand slapping the shit out of a tree that fell on me in the forest when no one was around? i'm not worthy of your wisdom and understanding charles foster kane. upon further cogitation i will seek victim training dressed as my parole officer who blackmails me for shaving supplies. i honestly didn't realize women could have that much back hair. i rue the day she quit her job as a bricklayer.
I must say you live a fascinating life sir. Hats off.