If you can put up with me, at the very least you will never be bored.

I just told her about my girlfriend, and she didn’t care.  She was like, “so what?”,  I still want to fuck you.  Makes one think, “damn, it’s like that?”  You “kinda” just dig me that much, that you don’t care that I have a steady someone, who “loves me”.  Is that what you are telling me? You just don’t “give a fuck”………., Makes me think, “Damn, this chick is ‘ride or die for me”.  All about just fulfilling whatever “the fuck I want”.  Which in other words means, I’m at the command.  HAhahahahaahhahahahahahahahahahahah, Power, that’s what that is.  

Albert:  I don’t want to feel like I have to do the wave just because everyone else is doing it.  I like acting like a fool on my own terms.

Jay: God I hate you! You’re at the game for Christ’s sake.  Why do do you hate life so much?

Albert: I can’t help it.  Ever since I read Morrissey’s memoir, I realized that I too suffer in life as he does. I can relate with locking myself in a room for weeks at a time, with only the comfort of books and sad records.  The only difference is that I need to have sex with a whore every few days, just to remind myself that I’m still a man……… hahahahahaha…… No, really………….. “What the fuck!” Why do you have to hate me for?  I’m not hating on your ass.  In fact, I admire people like you who can let loose on command. I’m just not one of them.  So stop making it seem like I’m no fun, I’m fuken tons of fun! I just don’t feel like doing the wave right now. Who gives a shit!  You know what? Fuck people, who hate on people, who don’t want to do the wave!

Jay: Man, whatever, you are hopeless.

I enjoy dancing now more than ever before, because as I grow older, the airwaves become ever increasingly inundated with mediocre music.  As a result, when I hear a “jam”, I let my body go.  As a general principle, when presented with goodness, embrace it. 

Cuddling with someone you have absolute no desire to do so with, has to be one of  the worst feelings EVER.  It really is.  What makes women think that simply because they just let you objectify them, in borderline grotesque manners, that all of a sudden you want to intertwine legs with them? The acts of hugging, caressing, and attempting to gaze into another persons’ eyes, need not be requisites for every individual you take to bed.  These acts, which I consider forms of intimacy; seize to be, the moment your lackluster enthusiasm for so-called closeness is questioned.  Nobody likes to be forced into doing anything. Women who dislike it when men orchestrate blowjobs with slight head nudges toward the crotch area know exactly what I’m talking about. So ladies, let’s not be naive, or selfish. Recognize that sometimes sex is after all just sex, and move on.