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So it's definitely the end of the world. I've posted here three consecutive days in a row. If it's not the end of the world, someone may want to check that I'm still me. I may have been secretly replaced with Folgers. Which I'm not sure is an improvement. But at least it means I've posted three days in a row. Course the quality of the posts are not that great. But what do you expect, greatness?
On to why I really came here to ramble. The joys and wonders of dating and being single. Dating is like shooting a gun. Sometimes you get lucky and hit the target, other times you are so far off you nearly take off your foot. Recently I've lost a lot of toes. :-) I also think my aim is off because I'm so far off the target a bird fell at my feet the other day. But that's only because it died of fright when I shot.
I always get that none of the single female friends of my other friends are good enough for me. That's nice and all to have high standards. But I have no idea why they think I'm so good. Course I guess that's good because if I'm going to be shot in the foot, I would rather I shoot myself then have a friend help. :-)
Hey where you going? Get back here... bye for now.
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