Dents, statistics, and things that go "skwee".
Saturday's activities almost went perfectly and without incident. Almost. Long story short, Sarah managed to put a big fucking dent in my wall while on one of her trademark mood swings. Needless to say that I'm not real pleased with her right now and currently my rage has banned her from my home until further notice. Mark says I'm overreacting. Mark obviously does not deal with Sarah on a daily basis. Moving on...
I recently was asked on average, how many of the women I befriend do I actually end up dating. This really bugged me so I went out with my pen, paper, and trusty calculator with Tony to determine this. The answer scared me. 62.5% of the women I befriend, I end up in some kind of relationship with. There's a statistic that'll cause nightmares for my female friends for months to come. And on we go....
I found a preying mantis in my yard yesterday while pruning the shrubs, so I cuaght him and put him in an aquarium with the full intention of keeping him alive. His name was Captain Bipto. But unfortunately it appears that my dear father has liberated the Captain. Without telling me. That bastid.
I recently was asked on average, how many of the women I befriend do I actually end up dating. This really bugged me so I went out with my pen, paper, and trusty calculator with Tony to determine this. The answer scared me. 62.5% of the women I befriend, I end up in some kind of relationship with. There's a statistic that'll cause nightmares for my female friends for months to come. And on we go....
I found a preying mantis in my yard yesterday while pruning the shrubs, so I cuaght him and put him in an aquarium with the full intention of keeping him alive. His name was Captain Bipto. But unfortunately it appears that my dear father has liberated the Captain. Without telling me. That bastid.