Dakota
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I'd be delighted:
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Hey fellas,
With all due modesty, I am, indeed, all that and a bag of chips - and a soft drink. I know that may sound a bit abrupt, but seriously there's really no other way to put it without sounding like some pretentious little goober. I mean, go to picture 4 and look at that ass. Just look at it. That wasn't by accident either. That comes from hard work and not eating an entire order of cheezy-fries every time I go to Outback. Instead of doing that, I would much rather stay at home and whip up Baked Fennel Parmasana that will knock your Nonnie's socks off. Preferably with a nice full bodied Merlot.
What I'm looking for is a nice guy. Before I continue, I should probably elaborate on that. When I say a "Nice Guy", I'm not talking about you pathetic little worms that whine and complain because pretty girls date so-called a-holes when they could be dating a clingy little douche geekboy like you. NEWSFLASH: You're not nearly as nice as you think you are, and those a-holes are not as a-holey as you think they are. I should also point out that when I say "nice guy" there is some emphasis on the word "guy". I don't want a preening little metrosexual dancing around my house. I want to see someone wearing a football jersey from time to time. Sometimes I want to see someone come into the house with grease striped in their 5 o'clock shadow from working under the car. I want someone who can stand up in the middle of doing it and not drop me onto the floor. If you own anything that has glitter in it, or have ever watched anything that has Oprah in it, press the Back button and have yourself a good day.
I said good day.
With that said, I expect you to be able to sit through things like Steel Magnolias or Yaya's Travelling Pants without rolling your eyes. In return, I'll sit through The Fast & the Furious movies and the forthcoming Star Wars movies without rolling mine. Washing dishes is not bitch-work, and if you eat, and are not allergic to water, you should be able to rinse your plate and put it in the dishwaser. If you are civilized enough to wear clothes then you should also be civilized enough to put them somewhere appropriate when you're done with them. The foot of the bed, or hanging over my shower-curtain rod is not considered "somewhere appropriate". I don't mind if you drink, but you better damn-well be a pleasant drunk.
In conclusion, I sleep naked.
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Speaking of Star Wars... it is on right now and now I feel sucked in because I'm actually watching it. (and I have seen it several other time before)
Toxick - you rock. That was hysterically funny!