Dude! I had the best idea ever! The greatest idea in the history of great ideas!
What's that?
When I finally lose my virginity, I'm gonna have the victory theme from Finaly Fantasy cued up, and as soon as I bust my nut, I'm gonna hit play on the iPod!
Then I'm gonna jump off the bitch, spin around really fast, and start fist-pumping in the air, FFIII style!
Well, at least your arm will be in good shape. You're gonna be a virgin for a very, very long time.,,
So I'm laying in bed last night. Just as I'm 'bout to drift off the girl in the next apartment starts yelling "Hi! Hi! Hi!" to someone. I'm like, what's this bitch's problem?
Just when I'm dozing off again, she starts yelling even louder. "HI! HI! HI!" Screaming now! I was ready to kick her door in and slap her around.
Turns out, the dude was banging this Japanese foreign exchange student who doesn't speak a word of English. Instead of punching him out, I wanted to give him a medal.
After months of meticulous calculations and intricate engineering, Professor Daryl Melfistor finally perfects his life-long dream: the Seduce-o-tron 2000.
-ZIIIIP!-
A ray-emitting device that disables a female's critical thinking while simultaneously enhancing her pheremone receptors.
How about this. How about the next guy who says the phrase "Justin Bieber is alright I guess" gets my virginity. Think that'll work?
It's close enough, I spose. Just hope he at least makes it nice for you. Mine was over in like 85 seconds. It was like, half a thrill, then he was gone...
...sort of like how Justin Bieber's career will go.
Yesterday morning, I accidentally gooped K-Y jelly into my hair instead of hair gel. The bottles looked almost exactly the same, and I was in a hurry.
All day long, every woman I passed suddenly flinched and tightened their backsides as soon as they smelled me nearby.
Today, just for fun, I'm gonna use semen for hair gel, sack sweat for aftershave, and vodka for cologne. Will the day be as interesting? Let's watch...
I'm an impossibly gorgeous, super smart and successful man. You're a spinny, clumsy, drama-addled train wreck of a woman who jumps to ridiculous conclusions and does nothing but sabatage your life.
But because we both like some trivial insigficant thing, it means we're fated to be together, and I'm willing to be emotionally destroyed for the rest of my life to make your psychotic ass happy.
*sniffle* It's SOOO romantic! Maybe there's hope for me...
I'm a devilishly handsome but rather sketchy little rogue with a shady past that you know nothing about. You're a smart, successful head strong woman who's built an enviable career in a man's world.
But because the spunky, streetwise black woman at your work told you I have a good heart deep down inside, you're willing to risk a disasterous love affair, because hey, love just might change me.
Wow! She's just like me! Except I don't have a career and I'm kind of a drama-addled train wreck who's boyfriend cheats on her left and right. But everything else is the same! It's so romantic!
No offense, man, but I've been from one end of this aquarium to the other a thousand times over, and I've never seen any evidence of this so called "Master Human" you believe in.
So where does our food come from then, huh? How do you explain that?
Just because food appears every day, doesn't mean that Human exists. It's just a natural phenomenon. And you're just reading too much into it because you just want to believe. Quit deceiving yourself.
Maybe you're just denying it because you DON'T want to believe. Ever think of that?
Ok. Fine. Whatever. If you can ever show me ANY evidence of this Human existing anywhere in this aquarium, I'll believe you. I'll bow down and worship right on the spot. But it's never gonna happen.
Maybe he's just invisible! He doesn't want to be seen! You just have to have faith!