pLeAse rEhEat piZza

It must mean something when your walrus-ic, highly pro-administration, sexual deviance-abhorring, bitch fit-y Economics professor is remarking on the blasted fact of your singlehood. And that he could actually demand that you get a boyfriend now, so you could be called Bebeh.

Uh, no thanks.

Maybe fate’s trying to tell me something. Gosh, I wonder what.

(predated)