My womanly urge to kiss my lover goodbye and run after the train until I fall off the platform and break my neck.

"At least... I got... to say.... goodbye, 🪦"

“I was wrong about you, Rookie. You’ve got what it takes. I know you’ll make me prou—“

Masculine urge to give my partner the evidence as I skip town to retire open a beach side restaurant in a tropical paradise.

It would have to be on a bench, your arm underneath your trench coat stemming the bleeding of a hidden wound that isn't revealed until you hand him the manila envelope. The rookie notices the blood smeared on the envelope, quickly pulls your coat open, but alas it's too late to save you.

What a delightful title you've chosen.

A+ would meme again

I don't get it

That's very specific, but I can see it.

Slowly bleed out? Yes. Be a cop? Abso-fucking-lutely not.

My desert dweller urge to nearly fall on my face recover and then get sent sliding into the sunset by a gust of wind at a place like this.

This has actually happened to me once in a very scenic location, the other time was in a 711 parking lot where I rammed into the back of my Jeep Cherokee.

Fuuuuuuuck, I felt that lol

Why should that urge be masculine tho? I'd rather think it's a general sentiment.