Kir,
My inner ogre is saying: "Be happy with what you have! You'll miss it when it's gone. Especially if it does your laundry."
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I suppose we're all superficial about the packaging, but I'm starting to think I need a good thorough examination of the cranial innards. I'm talking about weird first dates that involve an all-night version of 20 Questions. My type? A girl that isn't pumped full of society's "this is what girls do" garbage.
She can be hot and have a big nose and tiny boobs and like guns... but if she's immature and has more baggage than the underside of a 747... I won't even hit it. I feel like a dating mercenary... crashing in under the cover of darkness in a black suit to recon the target for a potential cruise missile strike.
Last edited by Plan9; 02-25-2009 at 07:36 PM..
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