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What are the other 4 types?
I see no reason why these are mutually exclusive
I don’t think it said they were mutually exclusive.
this tweet is a Derry girls reference btw
I’m sure the people posting this originally are teenage girls but… I’m honestly past the age where I wanna hear about teens being horny in any way
This is a reference to Derry girls, a tv show.
Even college students look like (older) children to me, and I’m still a couple years off from 30.
Horse?
Or is that covered by ‘wee English fella?’
Depends on whether the horse is english
All horses are English.
I mean, look at the teeth!
You arnt ment to look a gift horse in the mouth tho!
The horse isn’t a gift, in fact I’m doing you a favor by taking it.
I seem to recall something about not looking horses in the mouth.
only applies to gift horses. they have a contract. it’s in the contract.
Likely to also land on feral or horny.
Or often both
I need to rewatch derry girls so hard
I fell under ‘wee English fella’. I was the de facto stage manager at my high school and all the crew called me grandpa or gramps ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
There was also that time I wore a turtleneck/blazer combo so even the cast was calling me Captain haha
You forgot egg
That’s the wee english fella
Depending on how far in the closet they are, might also be covered under Lesbian.
Or feral, tbh.
Gender expectations for afabs in high school are unhinged. A “friend” once made me feel bad because I carried fat in my breasts, just because she was insecure about having smaller breasts than I did. I didn’t even want them at all, but somehow I got shamed for them not being good enough.
The most baffling part is that I didn’t get my period until 17, so at no point during high school did I even have a bust for her to get jealous about, I was just a little chubby.
I was also regularly called a man for not plucking my pretty tame eyebrows and getting fake tans. I’d say that they might have been picking up on my egg status, but I’m pretty certain that’s not the case. Man, I hated high school.
(Sorry for the stilted terminology- I don’t feel comfortable using any word to describe 17 year olds’ chests, it turns out.)
