You know what I hate, more than anything? Getting laid soon. For there is no greater despair, than having consummated the act, and knowing that life trends downward from that pinnacle. The act of joy is only to be followed with a hollowness, a shuffling-gaited dead existance, filled with petty defeats and a constant reminder that all is pointless.
>>You know what I hate, more than anything? Getting laid soon. <<
Join the crowd... We are all dead inside. DEAD I tell you! DEAD!!!!
Yup, I wuz right. You need laid.