Today is Easter Sunday and unless you are going to church to pray for baby Jesus or have to make a early morning pistop at your gran’s or in-laws, you’ll probably wander around the house in your slobbing gear. Sweat pants and a T-shirt are all you need today. Your girlfriend, being a woman, wants to make something of this day. She has prepared a nice breakfast and wants to do something special today. All you want to do is scratch your nutsack and watch telly. That is why women will eventually live on their own. Note: This is only applicable to nice looking females, the ugly ones live on their own for completely different reasons.
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Ah, women. The final frontier. The last vestige of romance. The unremarkable intelligence, those quivering lips, those sociopathic eyes, the way their hair looks like a rats nest in the morning, their ability to hold an argument with their own memory of an event, the subtle come hither glances that make you retch up your lunch because you’re sure her eyes moved independently, the hormones, the good times, the bad, the worse, the make-ups, the break up’s - the laughter, her tears, your pain, her gain.
I can wash my hands and smarten up - she’ll always be a nucking fut case.
@Koncorde: Dude! the first thing that comes to my mind when i read your posting is Shakespirare in Love..jajajaja LOL
...and then there’s guys who actually keep their places clean and themselves well-groomed, and the women automatically assume that they’re gay.
No wonder they end up with ass clowns like that guy.
LOL@jeff
I think Jeff wants to tell us all something…I hear a closet door creeking.
@Jeff: Nice thinking dude, a true smart response.
Koncorde: Yeah, I’ve meaning to WD-40 that. In between my steamy fantasies of getting cornholed by some hairy fat fuck. Mama mia!
Doesn’t ring a bell. Really. Don’t know what you’re talking about. And, of course, I’m not under oath…
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