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Sometimes it's not how often you stab people, but where you stab them; if you're going to be doing any stabbings in the near future, then I say go for the heart! It's a killing blow whichever way you choose to look at it.
I got lost on a bike ride yesterday night, well not physically lost but mentally lost. It took far longer than I had planned after leaving my house at 9:12pm only to return again at 12:31, and it's only because I was having fun; however I did run out of water near the end. Somewhere along that trek I felt for the first time that getting married would be pleasant, and if I had a lady at that moment I might have said something that resembles some kind of commitment. But when I got home and refueled my body with water, and I could sweat once more, these thoughts completely vanished. I learned something; a man would have to be pretty crazy and dehydrated before he thought marriage was a good sort of thing to be doing: Mike, Jon, Adam, else... you guys are all crazy and dehydrated, or atleast more crazy and dehydrated than me.
Women on the other hand are always crazy and dehydrated, which is odd because I'm pretty sure those breasts they have store water like a camel's hump. Maybe those breasts just store crazy. Ladies, I'm sorry for spilling your secrets.
Dating is more fun anyway, if you get married people worry about (expect?) you having kids. If I ever have kids I'm naming them after the drinks I had most recently imbibed. My wicked little daughter would be named Gin, and my asshole son will probably be Whiskey. Rum would be gay, and Vodka would be a lush. Bourbon would be the smartest girl alive, or a slut it's too hard to tell. No wait, Tequila is the slut. My household is going to fucking rock! I bet someone would think I was an alcoholic... no! I just don't care much and I'm not super serious in my approach to life. That's why you love me.
That is my post, now GTFO!
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I got lost on a bike ride yesterday night, well not physically lost but mentally lost. It took far longer than I had planned after leaving my house at 9:12pm only to return again at 12:31, and it's only because I was having fun; however I did run out of water near the end. Somewhere along that trek I felt for the first time that getting married would be pleasant, and if I had a lady at that moment I might have said something that resembles some kind of commitment. But when I got home and refueled my body with water, and I could sweat once more, these thoughts completely vanished. I learned something; a man would have to be pretty crazy and dehydrated before he thought marriage was a good sort of thing to be doing: Mike, Jon, Adam, else... you guys are all crazy and dehydrated, or atleast more crazy and dehydrated than me.
Women on the other hand are always crazy and dehydrated, which is odd because I'm pretty sure those breasts they have store water like a camel's hump. Maybe those breasts just store crazy. Ladies, I'm sorry for spilling your secrets.
Dating is more fun anyway, if you get married people worry about (expect?) you having kids. If I ever have kids I'm naming them after the drinks I had most recently imbibed. My wicked little daughter would be named Gin, and my asshole son will probably be Whiskey. Rum would be gay, and Vodka would be a lush. Bourbon would be the smartest girl alive, or a slut it's too hard to tell. No wait, Tequila is the slut. My household is going to fucking rock! I bet someone would think I was an alcoholic... no! I just don't care much and I'm not super serious in my approach to life. That's why you love me.
That is my post, now GTFO!
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