I suspect one of my coworkers may like me, but it's one of those situations where I'm unsure if they're flirting or just being friendly.
Another neighbor has gone full retard and I will have to get outside help with their bullshit. You know the simulation is busted when I'm a shining beacon of mental stability.
It's not even the good kind of thick. It's the kind of thick that makes you think "That person doesn't shower not because he can't reach, but because he likes being able to not reach." It's the kind of thick that lets you count the number of folds like rings in a tree, except instead of age it's the number of heart attacks in the forseeable future.
It's the kind of thick that makes people who would prefer a proper chub without the obvious grotesque shit involved feel bad for being associated with these kinds of walking hospital debts.