Things to talk about when
there's nothing to say
Written by: Alex Sandell
I wish I could determine each individual woman that would spend a day, a night, a week, a month or a lifetime with me through color coding. The ones that wouldn't spend any time with me at all would be transparent, so I wouldn't even have to look at them. Can I trade in all those gold stars I got in elementary school for a degree, or something? If not, can I take them back for a refund, and start over again from the beginning? Cash in your stars for the chance at a new life. "Freedom" has taken on a whole new meaning in this age of Bush VS Gore. The meaning? "Something you used to have." It's like Big Brother VS Little Hitler. We've got a serial-killer Governor, spoiled son of a southern millionaire, going up against a serial mind-changing Senator/VP, spoiled son of a southern millionaire. This is choice? Suddenly I'm living in a Halloween episode of The Simpsons. I've never encouraged apathy, but if I had a gun to my head and was asked to make a decision, I'd vote for the bullet. How good could a straight man's luck be if he gets set up for a blind date with a person named Mary Ann who turns out to be male? There should be a law against giving girl names to guys and guy names to girls. When I announce my candidacy (hey, it's coming soon, damn it!), this will be one of the issues I will be running on. I never found Merry-Go-Rounds to be very Merry as a kid. I could never get them going fast enough without anyone to push me. Teeter-Totters were a real problem. Women cannot beat off a man. Either they're busy trying to rip your dick off, or they're gently caressing it, like a clitoris is going to pop out at any given second. There hasn't been a private moment in the last 15 years where I wouldn't rather be having sex at that very moment. Someday I'd like to walk up to some hot girl at a bar with the right thing to say. I also wouldn't mind walking up to some hot girl at a bar who didn't leave me feeling like I would have been better off not saying anything at all. I hate people that get a "Grade A Meat" tattoo on their ass. 99% of the time it's false advertising, and the other 1% of the time it's married. In England a lot of the architecture is crooked. I wonder if that was done to match the teeth? I hate this world.
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