I’m not really arguing with you Vendome. As a matter of fact, I think a thread like this needs to be discussed heavily by all men today, but they won’t.
There is a real war going on right this minute. Men need to decide if only Govt can call a war a war.
Our forefathers had to make the toughest decision when to bring death without Govt consent. I wrote death because bottom line, that’s what they had to do. When you go to war, you kill the man on the other side. One can pretty up or intellectualize war all day. But it’s about killing your enemy.
And now the word of God and Bible come to play.
I didn’t think we were arguing.
Let me temper the tone of my post?
Yeahhhhh, pretty sure I let my sarcasm come through on the scale of about 7.5. Enough to be felt and probably unnecessary.
It’s a free service I provide. No, really!!!
I’ve never charged a cent for it but, I use it so often, over the years, I’ve grown extraordinarily strong....or maybe my ego has.
Rubbing shoulders with some if the smartest people ever, here on FR has really improved my sharpness.
I guess sometimes I’m just not very self aware and don’t realize my own strength.
The fault lies with me and meant you no injury.
/S (like that ain’t obvious)
LOL!!!
Lucky Humblegunner and Laz or Shibumi ain’t riding with me these days or this could have been a real free for all.
LOL. Those guys crack me up and are the most self deprecating dudes evuh!!!
I was thinking of responding with some original wise ass tome but, damnit!!! I swear I can smell the BBQ place down the street and it’s two miles away.
Best part is Tuesday’s they have some smoking hot Beer Angel and oddly I drink two more beer than I would normally.
Hate that. I feel bloated and fat when I leave I suck my gut in.
Maybe tonight will be the night she asks for my hand in marriage? I know she’s always wanted a pre-nup and that’s great for me, since I would happily leave her and take nothing but my dignity and pride.
Also, a certain satisfaction that no man will ever live up to my passion, which she would surely come to rely on, like a junkie and a needle.
It’ll be tok bad really. I hate seeing women broken and in therapy for years but, it’s all about me and thatz whatz important, really.
I wonder how it will start?
Maybe I’ll start with “Hey, I like long walks along the River Seine, sipping champagne and sharing chocolate dipped strawberries, while we enjoy the sun setting, the Eiffel Tower and smiling at tourist as they cruise the Seine and wondering just what we have that makes us so happy.
Lil puppies, horseback riding, sailing, long walks on the beach...
Then I’ll say “But, enough about me. Tell me what you like”
Honestly, I’ll have covered everything they probably dream about, so maybe we won’t have much to talk about. That’ll be sad.
It’ll be silent though and I’ve always wanted that in a woman. Or maybe that never learn English.
Gosh, I went on and on....
LOL!!!