Have you tried going for a drive? I know gas costs money, but if you can spare some, perhaps trundling down the curvaceous asphault violations of nature will ease your mind a bit, or at least help break you through your slough of despond.
How about a strip club? The girls at the Spearmint Rhino are pretty nasty, I hear. That's purely temporary, of course, but perhaps it could derail your lumbering steam locomotive of despair.
Try making up ridiculously overwrought metaphors, that seems to be making me smile.
Your overwrought metaphorical waxing was, in fact, rather amusing.
Driving doesn't seem to clear my head the way it did in decades past. Used to be I could pop a Venom tape in the player and head out to the highway and really unwind... My new(er) car gets sucky gas mileage too, which makes me less inclined.
A strip club, huh? Something tells me that sitting alone with a hard-on and nothing to do with it isn't going to be the panacea that you are imagining...
"Slough of Despond" is a great fucking phrase by the way.
"Slough of despond" was stolen straight away from Pilgrim's Progress.
And the point of the strip club is to go into the VIP room where the girls dry hump you till you cum. You could probably get out of there for about $60-$100, and no VD. A poor substitute, no doubt, but I was just throwing shit out there.
That's shitty.
Have you tried going for a drive? I know gas costs money, but if you can spare some, perhaps trundling down the curvaceous asphault violations of nature will ease your mind a bit, or at least help break you through your slough of despond.
How about a strip club? The girls at the Spearmint Rhino are pretty nasty, I hear. That's purely temporary, of course, but perhaps it could derail your lumbering steam locomotive of despair.
Try making up ridiculously overwrought metaphors, that seems to be making me smile.
Hope you get better, man...
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Driving doesn't seem to clear my head the way it did in decades past. Used to be I could pop a Venom tape in the player and head out to the highway and really unwind...
My new(er) car gets sucky gas mileage too, which makes me less inclined.
A strip club, huh?
Something tells me that sitting alone with a hard-on and nothing to do with it isn't going to be the panacea that you are imagining...
"Slough of Despond" is a great fucking phrase by the way.
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And the point of the strip club is to go into the VIP room where the girls dry hump you till you cum. You could probably get out of there for about $60-$100, and no VD. A poor substitute, no doubt, but I was just throwing shit out there.
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I wasn't really aware that you could get strippers to do that. My delicate sensibilities are now shocked.
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I swear...
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