No one asked; no one wants to know.
Later, we put him in the truck and told him not to leave the vehicle.
This is where he spent most of Saturday night. Including a trip down the highway.
At one point enroute, he did look up, and his expression seemed to ask, Who am I?
The next morning, I force a Bad Girl Power Drink down him.
By the time we get to the airport, he looks as if he were rode hard and put away wet.
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A strange happenstance has enveloped me since we met. That is, I refuse to name call (or at least call you retarded) online. Its not who you are, nor what you're about.
To date, that has been easy.
However, I'd like to bring up an age-old discussion in which at times in the past I have called you retarded over, and that, sir, is offering an opinion on something you know nothing about.
Overseas, local beer is not pasteurized, ergo it does taste better. As you've never experienced this, it is very egotistical for you to offer an opinion on this.
I appreciate your maturity in this matter.
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But now you've piqued my curiosity: I refuse to name call (or at least call you retarded) online. Its not who you are, nor what you're about.
Please to expand on this. I can't believe what I am reading. It will need to be spelled out for me.
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There is nothing clearer that I can say on this matter. Either you understand these words, or you don't.
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Its not who you are, nor what you're about.
Explain that comment.
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*Runs and hides himself away from this evil, cruel world...*
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