Wish I could “that is ridiculous, you’re full of shit.” It would be a total lie. It’s happened to me. In college I was just out w/ my super cute room mate drinking, dude chats wish 20 min, she leaves, he turns to me saying “consolation prize-I better get a piece of your fat ass since the one I actually want to fuck…

Which of my marriage was any example, that means infrequently and with overtones of obligatory chores and slight coercion.

Oh, THANK YOU! Then I am not the only one who thought it. And then he was a weepy little lap whore crybaby “ooh comfort me, Tim called me out on my shit! Bwah!” What a man-Gina. R.I.P. Mychael, that was on of the last twinkling lights i a little LESS than fading nebulous cloud of once potential galaxies. Proof.…

Well at least she’s not heeding Bukowski: “Find what you love and let it kill you.” What kinda nightmare Wal-Mart Art-House Snuff Film of “Wow, Look How Profound I Sounded Just Then By Accident!” THAT has potential to explode into.

I am irridescent yet I concur.