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It is not your responsibility to try and make people understand when they choose to misunderstand you. People will latch onto the argument you were not trying to make, hearing only what they want to hear, and feel better about themselves that they expressed their point of view so well. It's human nature. Remember, you do this too. Let this be a lesson to you: make a renewed effort to really listen to what the other person has to say and learn some serenity or i'll pop you in the head.
Even people who wear 'no muff too tuff' official Meineke t-shirts can be swell guys. After all, they fixed your car, didn't they? And it runs like a charm. Just remember what Tom Robbins said in "Even Cowgirls Get the Blues": that most men know more about the inner workings of a carburetor than they do of a clitoris. Which is a good thing in this instance, because it wasn't my clitoris that needed a new bracket.
Opening up the latest issue of Rolling Stone and seeing Billy Bob Thorton's glistening chunk of flukeworm tongue slide its way into Angelina Jolie's mouth has now raised your Kinsey score to a near-perfect 6. My ovaries shriveled up. The rest of the article, however, was priceless. it was the best bit of ambulance-chasing, what the FUCK is wrong with you two?? bit of "journalism" that i've read in a long, long time. Definitely worth the read. Just please, whatever you do, superglue the the clinch picture to the previous page and you'll be good to go. You'll be glad you did!
It occurs to me that the last time someone raised my Kinsey score that high that fast was Joe Don Baker. This hardens my resolve to stay away from men with two first names for the rest my days.
*kack*
Even people who wear 'no muff too tuff' official Meineke t-shirts can be swell guys. After all, they fixed your car, didn't they? And it runs like a charm. Just remember what Tom Robbins said in "Even Cowgirls Get the Blues": that most men know more about the inner workings of a carburetor than they do of a clitoris. Which is a good thing in this instance, because it wasn't my clitoris that needed a new bracket.
Opening up the latest issue of Rolling Stone and seeing Billy Bob Thorton's glistening chunk of flukeworm tongue slide its way into Angelina Jolie's mouth has now raised your Kinsey score to a near-perfect 6. My ovaries shriveled up. The rest of the article, however, was priceless. it was the best bit of ambulance-chasing, what the FUCK is wrong with you two?? bit of "journalism" that i've read in a long, long time. Definitely worth the read. Just please, whatever you do, superglue the the clinch picture to the previous page and you'll be good to go. You'll be glad you did!
It occurs to me that the last time someone raised my Kinsey score that high that fast was Joe Don Baker. This hardens my resolve to stay away from men with two first names for the rest my days.
*kack*
