Yeah but dude, you forgot to say the bit where April tells you your big ego moment you savored for all that time was in fact a delusion because she hadn’t actually been very impressed with it. Apart from that, sweet story, I always love to hear stories of how relationships start out even if I’ve heard them before. Plus this time there were things you said that you didn’t put into it the last time you told it.
I got to do something to sort my guts out as well. I used to be Mr Regular, like clockwork, until a couple of years ago. Now I’m all over the place. If I had more discipline I’d keep a food diary and nut it out Sherlock style but it seems like a pain in the ass. I mean … uh … you know what I mean.
Man, I don’t know about how to get your workplace to take the cork out of its ass. I think you should run with your idea of the piss filled water gun because I can’t come up with a better idea that doesn’t involve womp rats and a T-16. Doesn’t Charlie even yak it up with you?
I make no apology for sometimes mentally rating girls on a hotness scale, it’s just a normal part of being a dude and as long as you don’t disrespect the girl there’s no crime in it at all. When I was in Brazil, in the city, I’d take the bus all the time and as girls got on the bus I’d sit there with my sunglasses on and rate them on the ol’ Bucho scale then average out the score. And a lot of the time the average would be a good six and a half to seven (where six and above is, respectfully, fuckable without the aid of alcohol). Some of those Amazonian senhoritas are ridiculously hot. You can’t argue with science, especially the science of the ass.
- Women sense my power and they seek the life essence.