greenmangostudio

Over 10 years ago I was on a trip with my two friends(let’s say bob and john) in a location where prostitution is legal, we were all single at the time, we decided it’d be fun to become Eskimo brothers. Consecutively, not concurrently. Weird? Sure but not looking to be judged at the moment. Anyway after we were all done, we discussed. One thing that stood out was the way the woman “finished” us. She repeatedly said “give me the juice, give me the juice” for all of us. This became a running joke that we’d randomly say. Flash forward to this past Saturday, we’re all now married and all three of us were at another mutual friends wedding together with our wives. Wedding was great, the next morning the three of us and our wives get breakfast before driving home. When ordering drinks I say “just give me the juice… orange juice I mean” I thought it would be a funny inside joke that they both acknowledged in their heads and maybe we laughed about later. Except one of my friends, John, co...

So obligatory this happened a few weeks back and started even sooner. I have degenerative disc disease in my cervical spine, it is uncomfortable sometimes but mostly no big deal except when symptoms first started a few years ago. Anyway about 6 weeks ago I was in the back seat of a car when the driver hit a speed bump really hard, I was jolted upwards and hit my head against the roof of the car. Ever since my neck has hurt quite badly so I've been stretching frequently and deeply for relief. After a couple weeks i was stretching when suddenly I briefly lost consciousness and fainted. It hurt but at the time i was mostly worried because I broke my glasses, I think I was in shock. I went about my day and went to work, only telling my boyfriend what happened and he tried to convince me to go to the hospital which seemed silly to me. I was fine, i had bent my glasses back and my head just hurt a little. Then I woke up the next day in a TON of pain. My left side ribs were absolu...

I was in a flurry packing before a big move and I assumed I had packed my passport in a carry-on suitcase. The movers took all my boxes a few days ago to a storage facility. I have an international flight booked for Monday. On the way to a different city, I thought about double-checking but kept forgetting because my suitcase was in the cargo of a bus. I just finally checked and broke into a cold sweat because I cannot find my fucking passport anywhere. The only logical conclusion is that I left it in the bag I had brought with me for a domestic flight a week or so ago. Why it had never occurred to me to double check - literally I could survive without anything EXCEPT for this fucking passport - is beyond me, I am kicking myself because it is now in storage so I have to take a five hours bus BACK, somehow beg the moving company to let me into their storage facility ON A WEEKEND, and then HOPE I was right that the bag had the passport and then take the bus AGAIN to make my flihgt which ...

So, my friends and I have a big rave in the woods every year. We haul professional sound equipment (speakers, light bars, sub, denon etc) and a generator and a solar battery in to the woods and have a 3 day party camping in the deep woods. It's phenomenal and we love it. During the event, my boyfriend and I who are part of the hosting group started a flirtation with this woman. For the record I'm bi and I absolutely instigated it after asking him if he would be okay with it. The flirtation included lots of touching making out and cuddling but no actual threesome. This was mainly due to an ill timed rainstorm that flooded tents and made the music be reduced to JBLs to avoid damaging anything. Kind of killed the mood but if the night continued as it had I think we would have all been getting freaky together. Super fun night and I loved the whole thing. HOWEVER since that night I have been feeling some pressure to follow through on said threesome. And while I still really like...

I'm between residences and have been trying to find a group home for a while. My caseworkers are extremely busy and difficult to get ahold of. They'd send 10 inquiries, I'd get maybe one or two homes to tour after like 2 weeks, and I'd have to practically harass them to get more. I was fed up with the pace. After waiting weeks upon weeks to try to get placed, I took matters into my own hands today, searched up a spreadsheet of local group homes, did some work sorting it, and sent an email to every single one that was in my desired county. 120 homes. With my phone number at the bottom of my email. This approach worked fine with subsidized housing in the past. I honestly thought maybe 10% of the group homes would respond to me, considering that's been the rate at which my caseworkers have fed them to me. I was so wrong. I couldn't remember why my caseworkers didn't want me to take matters into my own hands, but now I remember. Many of these group home coordi...

I have two pairs of nice shoes, a brown and black pair. I normally wear the brown ones, but thought the black ones went better with the attire I had picked out. I hadn't worn them in forever, but besides the dust on them they looked fine. I cleaned off the dust and slipped them on fine. When I went into the building, I see the rubber sole is splitting/peeling a bit. I figured it's bad but just walk in, sit down, interview and walk out. Interview went well but then they wanted to give me a tour of the facilities. Here is where I should have declined the tour or said something, but I didn't know the extent of that damage that would soon unwrap around me. During the tour, the soles of my shoes disintegrated! I had a trail of rubber chunks following me. Maybe up to 50% remained of the soles (and my soul as well) by the time I got out of there. I know they noticed, but I was too shocked/embarrassed to think of what I should say/do. TLDR: Wore a pair of old shoes to an intervi...