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cnn.com, Fam, and Funny: /pol/235574690 Anonymous fsOPbsZ1 em76457643354.jpg (177.5 KB, 1080x1080) 1 hour ago 235574930 23 REPLIES Fam TIE >>235574690 (OP) Greta Thunberg is the reason I work out. I have this fantasy where we start talking at the UN climate summit after party. We exchange a few pleasantries. She asks what I do. I say I loved her on CNN She laughs. I get my drink. "Well, see ya," I say and walk away. I've got her attention now. How many guys voluntarily leave a conversation with Greta Thunberg? She touches her neck as she watches me leave. | Later, as the night's dragged on and the coterie of gorgeous narcissists grows increasingly loose, she finds me on the balcony, my bowtie undone, smoking a cigarette. "Got a spare?" she asks. "What's in it for me?" I say as I hand her one of my little white ladies. She smiles. "Conversation with me, duh." I laugh. "What's so funny?" she protests. "Nothing, nothing... It's just... don't you grow tired of the egos?" "You get used to it," she says, lighting her cigarette and handing me back the lighter. "What would you do if you weren't a climate change activist?" | ask. "Teaching, I think." "And if I was your student, what would I be learning?" "Discipline," she says quickly, Iooking up into my eyes, before changing the subject. "Where are you "Australia," I say. "Oh wow. That's lovely." "It's OK," I admit. "Not everything is to my liking." "What could possibly be not to your liking in Australia?" she inquires. "I don't like sand," I tell her. "It's coarse and rough and irritating and it gets everywhere." from?" starts off weird but I blew a small amount of air out of my nose by the end
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 Greta Thunberg is the reason I work out. I have this
 fantasy where we start talking at the UN climate
 summit after party. We exchange a few pleasantries.
 She asks what I do. I say I loved her on CNN She laughs.
 I get my drink.
 "Well, see ya," I say and walk away. I've got her attention
 now. How many guys voluntarily leave a conversation
 with Greta Thunberg? She touches her neck as she
 watches me leave.
 |
 Later, as the night's dragged on and the coterie of
 gorgeous narcissists grows increasingly loose, she
 finds me on the balcony, my bowtie undone, smoking a
 cigarette.
 "Got a spare?" she asks.
 "What's in it for me?" I say as I hand her one of my little
 white ladies. She smiles.
 "Conversation with me, duh."
 I laugh.
 "What's so funny?" she protests.
 "Nothing, nothing... It's just... don't you grow tired of the
 egos?"
 "You get used to it," she says, lighting her cigarette and
 handing me back the lighter.
 "What would you do if you weren't a climate change
 activist?" | ask.
 "Teaching, I think."
 "And if I was your student, what would I be learning?"
 "Discipline," she says quickly, Iooking up into my eyes,
 before changing the subject. "Where are you
 "Australia," I say.
 "Oh wow. That's lovely."
 "It's OK," I admit. "Not everything is to my liking."
 "What could possibly be not to your liking in Australia?"
 she inquires.
 "I don't like sand," I tell her. "It's coarse and rough and
 irritating and it gets everywhere."
 from?"
starts off weird but I blew a small amount of air out of my nose by the end

starts off weird but I blew a small amount of air out of my nose by the end