This is so relatable and the best advice I could give you is to filter the fans away (preferably far away from you) with the idea of collecting everything they're willing to throw away at you and then keeping the real ones around and giving them ♥♥♥♥ so they also start liking you and then you end up being the coolest mf on earth.

I'm a nuclear engineer, an aerospace firm making $195,000 in Seattle. Every time I go to a bar, party, or any social event in general, I try my best to avoid telling people what I do. Every time I tell a furry (male or female) I'm a nuclear engineer, they start hitting on me. Last week I went to a friend's birthday party. His brother told me I was a nuclear engineer. He kept asking me "Can you cause a reactivity excursion with your control rod?" and "Can I be your fast breeder reactor?" in a flirtatious manner. This is a recurring problem. It's gotten so bad that I tell furries that I'm an industrial engineer so they will stop hitting on me all the time. Any advice on how to stop attracting so many furries as a nuclear engineer?

That shi makes so much sense and it's so accurate, I've definitely had an experience like that and it has left me feeling confused for so long like bruh a CIRCUS AIN'T A SPACE FOR A ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ WELDER DAWGER aight? no Idea what th at due was talkin bout.

Przychodzi Pies Spawacz do baru i mówi do barmana: - Poproszę setkę. - O kurka, gadający pies! Powinieneś pracować w cyrku. - A co, potrzebują spawacza? W żarcie chodzi o to, że do baru przyszedł pies, który pracował w zawodzie jako spawacz. Podczas swojego pobytu w barze zamówił 100 ml alkoholu, a barman, który nigdy nie widział mówiącego zwierzęcia, zdziwił się i zaproponował psu pracę w cyrku. Przez to pies, jako iż wykonywał zawód spawacza, zdziwił się taką propozycją pracy, gdyż cyrk to nie miejsce na spawanie.

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