I think an analogy would work best:
Imagine you're an adorable 6 year-old and you've just opened up the cutest little lemonade stand at the end of your driveway on Main Street in Anytown, USA.
A man in a gorilla suit walks up and bashes your skull in with a baseball bat.
That's as far as I've gotten so far...
I'll try and have the rest of the analogy done by Thursday.
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Hooking women is easy.
Losing them is easier by far.
But if they're drunk enough to fuck you
Then they can't be driving home in their car.
So you get her in a cab.
Make her pay. Drag her into your flat.
And keep her topped off
With whatever got you as far as that.
In the morning when she opens her eyes
And you let your guard down.
You can time how long it takes her to ask
For a taxi back to town.
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living dying in a cave, like you do // oh, i thought you meant "do you want a cup of COFFEE" // i want to work in a shoe shop, and discover shoes no one has ever discovered // help help, i'm covered in beeees // sorry, it was a bit too inquisitive ... it was supposed to be the Spanish Casual Chat // i like my women like i like my coffee, hot and with a spoon in them // dear paul, (saint) apparently ... fuck off ... hugs and kisses the corinthians // i am emperor fabulous // thanks mother nature, we've been dying for a shag // day one, rang bell, cat fucked off // this one's wet, this one's wet, this one's wet ... did you dry these in a rain forest ... why with the power of the death star can we not get a fucking dry tray? //
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