What Guys "Really" Think - 101 (Crash Course)
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This is the disclaimer...
If you should happen to be female and/or be offended about the truth or personal opinions...
Then DO NOT READ THIS!
WARNING: READ AT YOUR OWN RISK.
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It's that time of bitterness in my life right now where I no longer give a fuck about what the female species thinks or has to say (if it makes no sense or is irrelivant.)
When girls say, "Let's just be friends". It's like an inmate walking the last walk of his life to the electric chair. We guys know that it's death and it's right around the corner.
The truth is, we spend so much time and effort into worrying how to approach a girl and will she take the peace offering of our heart in our outstretched hands. (which sux by the way)
Now, we know that the friends thing with the opposite sex always ends up in a nasty little car crash because there's always some sort of attraction whether anyone likes it or not. The differance is if they act on it or not. Thus, resulting in the "friendship" being broken.
We all know that girls want to be friends with the nice guys to get them out of the way and believe me, you girls really show it by always telling us how "hot" a guy is or you're frustrated that this guy doesn't like you. "Reality Check", we guys smile and cheese it up in your presence, but we can't stand it.
We are the, "hold my hand, I don't want this guy hitting on me", the "let's frolic cause I have nothing better to do", the "walking door-mats" of your twisted little Queendom. WELL, THIS QUEENDOM IS FUCKED.
Get a hint and get a fucking heart while you're at it... in fact, get a fucking clue. You know what's going on in our heads when we look into your eyes, and still you string us along for the ride.
Learn to not be so spoiled, "I want this," "I want that", and "I want you bend over backwards".
One day, or might it have come already, that that one perfect guy slips away and never returns and then you're like, "Fuck, how was I so oblivious to this?"
Well Sugarbitches, we are the ones you reject and we love it. It motivates us to shrivel up and become so bitter and so cold, that we collect the pieces of our hearts (what's left anyways) and bury ourselves in a blanket of luscious little lyrics that we record and sing on stage.
And in that moment when we look into your eyes and sing that line of truth, you know you've fucked us... and now we're mind-fucking you.
Have a nice day and be safe...
Use a condom, in-fact ... take mine, I have no use for it anyway.
This is the disclaimer...
If you should happen to be female and/or be offended about the truth or personal opinions...
Then DO NOT READ THIS!
WARNING: READ AT YOUR OWN RISK.
-----------------
It's that time of bitterness in my life right now where I no longer give a fuck about what the female species thinks or has to say (if it makes no sense or is irrelivant.)
When girls say, "Let's just be friends". It's like an inmate walking the last walk of his life to the electric chair. We guys know that it's death and it's right around the corner.
The truth is, we spend so much time and effort into worrying how to approach a girl and will she take the peace offering of our heart in our outstretched hands. (which sux by the way)
Now, we know that the friends thing with the opposite sex always ends up in a nasty little car crash because there's always some sort of attraction whether anyone likes it or not. The differance is if they act on it or not. Thus, resulting in the "friendship" being broken.
We all know that girls want to be friends with the nice guys to get them out of the way and believe me, you girls really show it by always telling us how "hot" a guy is or you're frustrated that this guy doesn't like you. "Reality Check", we guys smile and cheese it up in your presence, but we can't stand it.
We are the, "hold my hand, I don't want this guy hitting on me", the "let's frolic cause I have nothing better to do", the "walking door-mats" of your twisted little Queendom. WELL, THIS QUEENDOM IS FUCKED.
Get a hint and get a fucking heart while you're at it... in fact, get a fucking clue. You know what's going on in our heads when we look into your eyes, and still you string us along for the ride.
Learn to not be so spoiled, "I want this," "I want that", and "I want you bend over backwards".
One day, or might it have come already, that that one perfect guy slips away and never returns and then you're like, "Fuck, how was I so oblivious to this?"
Well Sugarbitches, we are the ones you reject and we love it. It motivates us to shrivel up and become so bitter and so cold, that we collect the pieces of our hearts (what's left anyways) and bury ourselves in a blanket of luscious little lyrics that we record and sing on stage.
And in that moment when we look into your eyes and sing that line of truth, you know you've fucked us... and now we're mind-fucking you.
Have a nice day and be safe...
Use a condom, in-fact ... take mine, I have no use for it anyway.