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The further and continuing adventures of the girl who sat in the back of your homeroom, reading and daydreaming.
About Me
- Roberta X
- Indianapolis, Indiana, United States
- I'm *mindlessly* fascinating. My internal monologue is like a frog in a blender, swimming like mad to keep ahead of the blades.
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Working On A Starship5 years ago
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"I saw to what extent the people among whom I lived could be trusted as good neighbors and friends; that their friendship was for summer weather only; that they did not greatly propose to do right; that they were a distinct race from me by their prejudices and superstitions."
Henry David Thoreau
Henry David Thoreau
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"I think my brain just core dumped. What were we just talking about?"
--A travelling Texan
"Die quietly you ignorant hoosier."
--A Sad-Sack Moonbat
"Memetic whiplash has rarely been so much fun."
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19 comments:
Ignoring the fact that the same could as easily be said about "some" women (or "womyn"), and assuming I'm not barking up the wrong tree, as it were, I'm sure that, between you, you and Tamara could find a way to make him regret his birth...
It works both ways my friend. Law of percentages and all that you know. That is why I stay in the Fortress of Solitude except for special occasions. Seems to be less drama in this path. Less fun perhaps, but you don't have a crazed person throwing coffee cups at you at 7AM either.
Very true, both of you, very true.
Both directions of the man/woman dynamic have some particular points of friction and I suppose we are all best off bearing them in mind.
"Carp on a velocipede?" Snork!
It's true, those of us with trouser trout often have fecal matter for cranial filler, but I have also noticed the same of the distaff side. Of course, that does not apply to YOU!!!
This conversation would probably be more acrimonious if there were more people in it who weren't self-aware curmudgeons, not to say border-line aspies...
We are all skanks, every man Jack of us.
There are "Men" and then there are "men" "Men" know that incurring the wrath of a female, be it a girl, woman, Woman, Womyn or other such nomenclature is an Error 40. "men" on the other hand are jerkacious containers of offal and excremental material who haven't had the right female slap them upside the head to make them right. I fear the "men" are on the rise, while "Men" are retreating as they don't wish to be seen as "men"
And how the heck am I supposed to read the w/v, google? I speak english not what ever THAT is.gnsac ssiceof
Put him in the longboat and make him bale her.
Early in the morning.
(I just couldn't resist...even if it probably makes me sound like the D-bag you're describing)
Turk: but surely not all the time?
Unfortunately, yeah every last mother's son is a skank. Intelligent men keep it under control, keep the woman they are with in their minds and don't do dumb things.
My wife knows that I will look, she also knows that I will not touch another woman.
After he stops worshiping the porcelain throne, throw him in the shower. After all the crud is washed off, throw him in his rack to sleep it off.
May your next encounter with those you have labeled as 'Men', be a much happier one. I don't think much of them either when I get to forgetting they had a mother and a name.
I swear I haven't even been in Indiana this month.
I used to know a guy who said, "Men are pigs; Women are insane".
I don't think these statements are mutually exclusive?
And I'm not a pig, unless I'm asked to be.
Guffaw: Yeah, you're probably right; but I'll deny it if asked. ;)
and I suppose we are all best off bearing them in mind.
...and that sent me spiraling off entirely unrelated to any sort of "Them!" sentiment pondering brain bearings. I imagine you wouldn't need a particularly *hard* bearing to keep a brain moving properly, but I have no idea which section of the grey goo is the moving bit that needs a bearing in the first place. Oh well, over-machine it for good measure, pack it in brain grease (trade name "Jack Daniels") and bring a spare in case a bad case of wandering mind burns it out.
As a former drunken Sailor I can answer your question with a "not a damn thing, it's all they're worth anyway."
Some of us clean up nice. Still can't take us anywhere respectable though.
I'm retired now, so theoretically I'm past all of that.
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Aha, you see engineering thinking: where there is friction, use a bearing.
I have had encounters with 'women', that have made me want to bathe in clorox. Actually, despite being over 300 pounds, I have had encounters with -Men- that make me despair for the future of the human race!
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