What a fantastic woman. What a marvellous breath of fresh air.
Can't believe the girl is single, most men have dreamed about women like this their whole life. After you get old enough, you stop believing such women exist, anywhere. You start to get older and you realize you are never going to meet these fantastic women, you are going to have to compromise or remain alone your whole life.
Holy shit, what a bender last night. I haven't had that many shandies since the Engelbert Humperdinck Christmas Special. What time is it? Let's see what I started writing on the ol' blog last night.... oh my giddy aunt!!
It seems that I had a bit of a twinkle in my eye for a neurotic stick insect who's probably sitting in Starbuck's right now, dabbing at her mascara and nibbling at her little biscuit as her womb shrivels up to resemble a piece of dried out crocodile jerky. I'm feeling much better now, thanks.
The post-modern woman seems to come in two special varieties these days. You got the vinegar-filled leftwhingers on the one side, and then the shrill neurotic neoconservatives on the other. It's enough to make a man join a monastery and spend the rest of his days milling cornflour in between Hail Mary's.
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