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Finally decided to meet one of them girls off the web. Well, I guess I've tried it before, but I'm about as smart as a calf and a hot wire, I'll keep doing it until it don't work. I guess. She was kind of a wack job, not the kind that a guy lays in bed thinking about, but I mean her elevator didn't even have a lift to it. She couldn't get a foot off the floor with a ladder in common sense.
So, we just sat there talking, and I acted like I was paying attention to her, thank god the girl sitting behind her was hot and sucking on her finger. She kept going on and on sounding like a skipping CD. About the only thing I caught was long time since sex, and degree in psychology. In which both hit me like a bb on a bare ass cheek. Well, considering she got a degree from a psychologist, in therapy, I then understood how she didn't have sex.
I don't know about you, but no guy wants to burn wood in a fireplace full of ants. With all her alter egos home like kids for Christmas, it would take a energy driven,,,,or desperate,,,,man to even wanna play with that mess. I was really nice and drove, but I wanna take this moment to thank whoever gave her a ride back to her car when I pulled the whole I need to pee trick and left. There really ain't that kind of room in the SOUL for her and the chick that was sitting behind her, and I didn't think Psycho Penny wanted to meet who I was really paying attention to while I was listening to her scare me away. For all I know, she may still be sitting there talking.
I play fair, I only take one at a time, and I sure feel sorry for the guy that gets hooked up with that mess. Man, I've dated an exotic dancer before, but never an exotic pharmacologist. But in the mean time, back in the Wild World of Gabe, don't be silly wrap ole willy. And if the light don't turn on, hit it with a flashlight.

Ex and Guns

Somethings just royally confuse me, I mean, that don't take much. The craziest things can happen when one decides not to stay married, or hitched, or suckered, take your pick. But I tell ya one thing, the guns, always the guns is what makes the other person happy. If I didn't have mine, I'd be lost, and damn sure wouldn't be able to protect myself from the estranged ex.
But to go to court, when there is 2 guns or more involved, I say they split em up. They ain't related or anything, maybe even joint custody, that way every hunting season, the hunter ends up with them. Beings it is hunting season, that is the prime time to unload on an animal, if ya get what I'm saying. But I can't find a tag for that. Guess witch hunting only exhist out East where they still believe the Scarlet Letter really happened.
I tell ya, if I was a judge, I'd just really fix both their asses. Both are scared of the other going to shoot them, so split the guns, or hell, now days I'm surprised they haven't split the ammo. Husband get the guns, Wife gets the ammo. Now that is a real court decision, beings you have the gun, obviously, one would have to just go down and get ammo. So what if she gets the bullets, but no way to shoot em? This is kinda a mute point, but on my FB the other day, these chicks were getting their granny panties all kinds of looking like G-strings, without the brown streak. Well, maybe some will,,,,,,,,,,,ah hell. But these chicks are the same one's that go on and on about how crazy their ex is, and this and that, and then they are the crazies with the gun. I know back when John Wayne ruled the world this stuff wouldn't happen, we would go out back and have a duel. But the funny thing is, my ex don't know how to load a gun, so guess what's gonna happen???
Just for the record, I wouldn't waste the lead, or the disappointment of not having them around. I mean, nobody else in this world just sits around trying to find my every move when shes the one that was sleeping around. Heck, if I was that good, I guess why cheat? What comes around goes around, but if we were still together, I guess we would have a gun cabinet of hers to put my guns in. So remember, don't be silly, wrap ole willy cause child support sucks.

Sometimes

Sometimes in my world, where everyone knows me, I think of the damnest things. So, I moved into my dodgeball court apartment. It is HUGE, either one of 2 things needs to happen, I buy more shit, or heck I buy more shit. I got about everything I need, but wooden spoons, but I break them on her butt anyways. I have a couch, which is called the loveseat, because its fun to do the whoopy on, and I have a loveseat, which is equiped with stir ups. Okay, now that you are on the edge of your seat.
I do the damnest things. Like mail something, with no stamp, give myself a papercut licking a pre sealed envelope. But, that's how I roll and I like it. I am wishing I had some more Mexican friends, cause I really need some more shit up in here and cheap too. Nothing beats getting a new tv for case of beer. But I have to say they are wising up. Now the big deal is selling paper products. Who freaking new people can STEAL big ass things of ass wipe and make mean cash. I can see infamil and stuff, because that stuff costs you more than delivery of the child. Which leads me to another off subject.
You pay to make them, you pay to have them, you pay to raise them, and then you keep paying child support. Now comeon, the older the kid gets the less we should pay, he isn't in diapers or formula anymore. Crap, lets make it where we stop paying our ex's when the kid gets his first job. Teach them responsibility, make him fork the bill to his mom for stuff. Or better yet, I guess that would be the first time he ever got money that was actually for him. And that counts for the Harley I didn't get to ride, the car I didn't get to drive, the house I don't live in, all in which my child support, supports.
Okay, now, sometimes, my damn ADD just beats my ass everytime. So don't let him take you on a one track mind, don't be silly wrap ole willy.

neighborhood watch

If you have some close neighbors you know the routine. They will tell ya someone was sniffing around in your territory. But every block has that one neighbor who is nosey Nelly.
If you leave your garage door open at night and nobody calls ya, either one of 2 things have happen. Either someone shut off the neighborhood watch for the night, or you are that nosey Nelly and nobody wants to bring attention to themselves.
But at my crib, my neighbors were old, nosey, and didn't get in the middle. For 2 years my ex decided to sleep with everyone but me, run around in bra and panties when I was gone with the shades open. But never did that neighborhood watch switch go to neighborhood help. Until the day I was moving out, then they all came out spilling the beans, and educating me.
So if you go to bed and nobody calls about the garage door, think about what's going on. But don't forget to ask if anything weird is happening at the crib when your gone.
And that is why I am a window peeker, I'm not a pervert, I'm just trying to help out.

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