greenmangostudio

Well, this is probably going to be a long post but here is a little bit of back story with me (33) and B (33) Both myself and B have known each other since high school but we went to different schools. Graduated in 2010. Him and I would fine ways to see each other to fool around and hangout, it was hard to make that happen because at the time neither one of us had a car. You know, normal horney, carless high school kid stuff. Back then, when we would get into relationships, we would cut contact out of respect for each others partners. Timing never seem to work out with us being single so we never really got a chance to test things out and to see where it went. Thinking back at it now, that was probably for the best as we both had no idea about life. Also at this point it truly was just a VERY strong physical and sexual attraction. Now fast forward to about 2019/2020, we both ended up moving out of state and ended up within 10 hours of each other and at this point both of us have...

We had chicken and sausages in the fridge that I'd forgotten to freeze and needing using in the next few days. Found a recipe online for a casserole and got it all cooking this morning. Meat was seared in a pan with red wine brought to a simmer and then I put it in the slow cooker for the rest of the day. Whenever I went into the kitchen I gave it a stir and tried a little sip of the sauce. Delicious. Come tea time, I go to stir again and think it's a bit cool... Turns out when I'd relocated the slow cooker from one side of the kitchen to the other, after about 30 mins, I'd forgotten to turn the plug on. It was hot enough at first to stay warm enough for me to not notice. But this warm, half-cooked meat has been sitting on the side for 6 hours while I occasionally sipped it. Now ordering a takeaway because I don't trust cooking it now and I'm trying to decide if I'm shaky because I haven't eaten much today or if salmonella's taking hold 🤦‍♀️...

So I’ve got the flu and I’m necking a 10ml shot of cough medicine while my girlfriend (23F) lies next to me. Out of nowhere she goes, “That’s one fat baby,” mid swig of this medicine… Sleep-deprived brain decides the perfect comeback is “I’m not that fat” — and delivers it mid-swallow. Cue instant regret. I laugh at my own genuinely unfunny joke, the medicine goes down wrong, and I’m suddenly choking, sticky cough syrup spraying everywhere, sprinting to the bathroom convinced I’m about to be sick. I didn’t even find it that funny. I just have a gift for shit one-liners that only I laugh at, apparently badly enough to nearly kill myself over. TL;DR: made a rubbish joke back at my girlfriend mid-sip of cough medicine, laughed at myself, choked, nearly puked

I'm a 23-year-old girl and I’m an immigrant living in Canada, I've been trying my best to adapt to the culture here and make a good impression on the people around me, especially my colleagues. Today, I noticed one of my colleagues had a different hairstyle. She normally wears her hair down, but today she had it tied up. I genuinely thought it looked really cute, so I said, "I really love your hair today, you look much younger." She replied, "Oh? I'll take that." The way she said it was a little awkward, so I immediately started worrying that I had accidentally implied she usually looks old. Trying to explain what I meant, I added, "Whenever I tie my hair up, I also feel much younger, like a teenager." She just gave me a small smile, and then the conversation ended. Now I'm worried I made it even worse. Maybe comparing someone to a teenager sounds childish instead of youthful? I don't know. I know I tend to overthink things, bu...

this happened yesterday.... I have always prided myself on being the "tech guy" in my family. I use a password manager, I have 2FA on everything, and I laugh at obvious phishing emails. But yesterday, my brain completely short-circuited, and my ego got absolutely humbled by a terrifyingly well-designed scam. At around 8:00 PM, I was watching Netflix when my iPhone and Mac suddenly got bombarded with dozens of "Reset Password" requests. I mean dozens. Pop-up after pop-up asking me to "Allow" or "Don't Allow". I kept aggressively mashing "Don't Allow", but it was relentless and honestly panic-inducing. Ten minutes into this notification bombing, my phone rings. The Caller ID says "Apple Inc." and displays the exact official 1-800 Apple Support number. I answered it. A guy with a perfectly calm, professional American accent says: "Hi, this is Apple Support. We are seeing a massive brute-force attack on your...

So this happened yesterday and I’m still getting roasted for it at work, so might as well let strangers roast me too. I work in a small office, nothing fancy. We have this one shared printer that sounds like it’s dying everytime it prints more than 3 pages, and of course it’s right next to the little kitchen area because apparently whoever designed the office had beef with peace and quiet. Anyway, one of my coworkers, Anna, was leaving the company. She’s super nice, everyone likes her, and our manager asked me to print the little goodbye card thing because I’m “good with computers,” which in office language means I know how to clear a paper jam without crying. The file was named something like final_goodbye_note.docx. I printed it, no problem. But then I noticed it had a typo in her name. Like, a bad one. Not “Anna” but “Anan.” So I fixed it quickly and saved the file to the desktop because I was rushing and didnt think about it. Here is where I fucked up. I renamed the cor...