What do women really want?
...Well it goes like this I reckon...
Yes, WOMEN don't even know themselfs what they want....
So there you have it, straight from mans mouth...now man can live in peace, in the knowledge they know and understand the answer...
Like me, there is obvisously, something, terrible wrong with you...
(exclude the very mature (as in old) viewers)
You got two choices, your either sick or totally hopeless at finding love, so which is it..
Well I can tell you what another life is worth...yep a whole 25 bucks, thats it. You see it is illegal to sell your semen here, so you must donate it to the clinic if you wish to give it, of course the clinic pays for your petrol for you to get there, so thats where the $25 comes from.
Now I thought one would just turn up, give my name and give them a deposit and leave...it anit nothing like that...they test you, they probe your mind, they suss you right out...
They give you all the legal ramification and your obligations, and you must also meet all their criterias. This is before you even give them a sample.
Okay so I went to this clinic to see about freezing some assets (so to speak..lol) for future use. What I got was a pamplet, introducing me to the world of a sperm donnor. Now I'm just crazy enough to see this though as I see the good in this.
It will make couples and single women very very happy, I think. Next week I go in to see if I past the test, if I pass I give a sample and it gets tested there and then and stored (frozen) for up to six months and tested once again before use to make sure theres no infections presents.
You know, just because my lifes not the best at the moment, dosen't mean the rest of the world must follow suit.
Okay, what you make of that?
Someone told me long ago to make a wish when ever you see a shooting star cross the night sky...so, I wish I may, I wish I might, have the wish I wish tonight...
Oh hang on folks, as much as I love the sound of this wishy washy thing, I regret to inform you that this is a false alarm...the shooting star was only space junk burning though the atmosphere and plumiting towards earth at a zillion miles an hour ...yeah a satellite they call it...
No wonder my dreams don't come true, not even shooting star
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Sooo, anyway, Did I tell you about the time I mistaked a womens cramp for an organism..Well.....
Shes now a 324kw, six speed, turbo, weighing in at 180kg and the max speed shes gone with Nos is 399km per hour, her best 1/8 is 4.831 seconds, her best 1/4 mile is 7.073 seconds and for the 1/2 mile shes done a 10.806 seconds.
So far its taken me to sydney, tokyo, bangkok, johannesburg, london, paris, moscow, new york, san francisco and rio. The total cost to build this drag racing bike is reaching the million dollar mark...
I just lost ten grand racing some freak from overseas...
Now before you get all jealous and stuff, I'm only playing a app game on my cell phone..ok..lol. Now I just wish I had as much enthusiasm for a women as I do this game..hehe.
"Yeah, and where did you fine that"...I said to the policeman. "Oooh and it looks like your registration has lasped also, so thats an extra $100 ontop of $400" he said while fliping his notebook...
What you mean it looks like, it either has or it hasn't!!!..
Gez, somedays its just not worth hoping outa bed...yes very expensive day...
Oh well, thems the brakes, another day tomorrow...
Now you can't tell me lois lanes womb can handle supermans baby, like superman would probably shoot a load straight through her back, for starters...anyway, I would have thought wonder women would have been more his ideal partner. Oh and another thing, superman is an alien and wears his undies on the outside, just like batman, and lois is human..
I could have been riding off into the sunset with my lady in tow, a long time ago. But fear, yes fear of history repeating it self scares the hell out of me, plus I know I'm sort of happy with the way things are. Actualy I'm loney as F and am in deperate need of some company..lol, yes I thought I'd be all tough and say I don't need you, but the fact is, I do...
Like how the hell do you go to work, keep the house clean, cook your own meals, mow the the lawn, wash the clothes, mop the floor and do the million and one other things that need to be done?
I've gone on strike, like F the house work, in fact, F everything, it so sicking and theres just not enough time in the night and day to do everything I need to do anyway...
...and so this is life...
Plus I don't won't to invite a lady here, its a F'in mess, the house, my life and my enviroment..lol
92 and they just took her licence off her, I would have taking it off her a long time ago if I had my way, but she kept fluken her tests, soooo. It was a nightmare going anywhere with grandma, all ways ramping up curbs when it was time to park, slaming the brakes on when it was clearly unnessary or cause a little bird was sitting on the road, cars behind always honking their horns cause we going to slow, riding the hell out of the clutch till it smoked was her favorite thing to do, that and making the car bounce along the road as she redlined from frist to second..lol .
Like there are still finger nail claw marks in the passagers seat from previous riders..lol and I have a slight crink in my neck from all the whiplash. Now I have to drive grandma around, I don't mind, but wtf do they do inside a shop, like it takes ages to get anything. I'm starting to look for shadey places to park cause I know she is going to take ages, oh and a rather thick car magazine for those extra long waits...I'm talking about one to four hours of waiting on a good day..lol
It must be ratshit being able to drive all your life, then oneday it just stops and your not allowed to...I hope I get to drive for that long...
Kia ora, I am trying prayer, today I am going to pray to Jesus for us
JESUS CHRIST, let these people love one another, Amen.
.. now let us have one minute slience before you coment, this is so 'the man' can read the prayer in peace, then respond in some way, shape or form to each one of you, and in his own time...ok.
Alrighty Almighty, do what you do...
Neck week, I pray to Allah and see what he got...ok
By the third mail, we had an argument...yeah like she didn't even finish introducing herself and she went off into her own little world, where she rules and only her point matters and man must bow (and usually do or turn and run with their tail between their legs)...
..."Like hello women, your clutching at straws"...
Yes folks, this is my type of women...
The thought of sitting around a campfire under a clear night sky, gazing up at the stars and listening to the sounds of the night is rejuvenating to say the least.
God, I love and miss camping...