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Everything was going wonderfully right up until they all melted into black slime
Everything was going wonderfully right up until they all melted into black slime Ha ! I cancelled my match subscription yesterday and today I got a bunch of messages saying all these women were contacting me . Nice try match , I'm an easy mark but I'm not THAT easy . The other day I says to this feller "how's it going" and he says to me he says "Can't complain" and I go "who would listen if you did ?" thereby completing the ritualistic exchange of smalltalk lain down by our forbearers so many centuries ago . But then HE decides to get all jazz up in this joint and start improvising . He says to me "My wife would" . So now we're going off script so I do what I always do , I try to land an awesome joke , so I say "No , I just talked to your wife , she doesn't love you anymore" . He got pretty steamed . DON'T EVER TALK ABOUT MY WIFE he says to me . You're the one brought her up pal , plus the conversation was done , you're the one that started another chapter . I never learned how to be a dude you know ? All my friends a guys but they're not dudes . Like I see other dudes and they're cracking wise on each other's mommas and GFs and sisters and wives and whatnot but for some reason when I say something like "I think I left a condom in your sister last night" they get all bent out of shape . After my nihilism dissertation the other day I started thinking about it and maybe I'm not a nihilist , maybe I'm a hedonist . I started thinking about my motivation . I mean I go to work at a job I hate so I can get money to have stuff , and I need the stuff to make me happy . We not happy , but less sad , so that's maybe hedonism ? But I do a lot of things that's not ultimately bring me any pleasure so maybe not ? Also I was way wrong about what idealism is - it states that reality is based on ideas and mental experiences rather than material forces . Which seems legit . I believe we live in a determinist universe and I often struggle with that this means in regards to free will , but I had an epiphany the other morning - it doesn't matter if we have free will . If tomorrow the pope and Steven Hawking held a joint press conference and presented proof that humans don't have free will nothing would really change . I would still do the same stuff . And vice versa if they proved humans do have free will . It doesn't change anything . I still gotta do my laundry . Back when we was young bucks my buddies Saint and Mokole were really into music , they went to concerts all the time , they played music , they produce it , they arranged it , etc. For a while they were putting on shows and they used to brag sometimes about being the first people to fire Slipknot after the drummer delayed a show for 40 minutes setting up his drumkit and then 10 seconds in their first set said drummer kicked over said drumkit . One time Saint tricked me (as usual) into going to this party this musician dude was having way out in the country at this big farmhouse – it kind of looked like the house from Fight Club only it was in good shape instead of being a shithole , point is it was huge and old . There was a bit of a culty<b> vibe </font></b>there but there was more of an old timey hippy free love commune kind of<b> vibe </font></b>– like 20/80 – and the lead singer dude was clearly the boss . So we’re there maybe two hours and I’m actually having a good time – me , 40deuce , having fun at a party , can you even ? But then the cult leader singer dude says everyone is going to do this drug and expand our minds and blah , blah typical acidhead nonsense . As an adult looking back on it now I should have just kept my mouth shut and not done it without saying anything, who would know ? But I was young and retarded (sorry) so I said some version of “no thanks , I don’t do drugs” and this made the leader dude super mad . It was on the verge of turning into a thing so I said I would just leave but the dude says “No one leaves” . So then it turned into a MAJOR thing . If ever there was a mood killer it was me at that moment . I thought I was in for a good old ass kicking at the very least and maybe a shallow grave out in the country but some people who play and are into super violent angry music are violent but most of them are actually kind of pacifists , like 20/80 . So Saint and I leave and we start the LONG walk back home (we rode there with some of the various groupies and hangers-on and cult members) and I realize that I left my pants in one of the bathrooms upstairs (told you I had a good time) . I was really tempted to leave them despite my credo “No pants left behind” but my wallet and keys were in the pocket . I REALLY didn’t want to go back in that house but I had no choice . It had only been a few minutes but when I got back in everyone downstairs was unconscious, or so it seemed to me at the time , in retrospect I wonder if they were just in mediation or something before eating their Guatemalan insanity powder . So I’m tiptoeing past dreading going upstairs because I can’t remember which room my pants are in and there was literally a MILLION rooms upstairs and the lead singer dude without opening his eyes quietly said “second door on the left” . So I retrieve the pants and we walk 13 GOD DAMN hours back to civilization . That walk was one of the worst things I’ve ever done . A deer jumped out of some brush nearby us and I almost had a heart attack – like for real . At one point a good old boy with a rusted out pickup truck stopped and we though he was going to give us a ride but after we walked to him for a minute he said “where you from ? You sound like you’re from German” and then drove off . Germany ? WTF ? He was probably just disappointed we were dudes . I thought Saint was going to be mad at me because at the time he liked doing drugs and banging drugged out skanks a lot but he wasn’t – he’s one of those friends who’s always on your side . I’m sure he was disappointed but he wasn’t mad at me . He’s a True Friend and I love him . Not in the way a man loves a woman (or sometimes another man) but in the way a mule loves waffles . Sometimes I get a little down because we don’t hang out much anymore , but it’s good to remember that whatever happens he’s got my back . Putting first by putting employees first, immediately after prioritizing fiscal responsibilities and leveraging profitability towards exceeding by empowering our employees to put (and themselves) first, in a diverse and respectful environment of only those that come first, first. |
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When you invent time travel, I will journey to that day, tell the young 40 that I'm proud of him .... and then - adios, amigo - continue my pursuit of pleasure. Opportunity may knock only once, but temptation bangs on the door forever!
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hedonist is a way better choice....more options. You cannot conceive the many without the one.
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Good story but I'm wincing at the 13 hour walk - good thing you got your pants.
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Always good to make waffles. Vive La Difference
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