Brothel Babe’s “Outside World Hobby” has to stop.
I daydream about my least favorite elementary school teacher asking me to get up in front of the class to write the following repeatedly on the chalkboard:
I will not man-hunt as a sport
I will not man-hunt as a sport
I will not man-hunt as a sport
After I write that, I have to write the following:
I promise not to be wreckless with the hearts of men
I promise not to be wreckless with the hearts of men
I promise not to be wreckless with the hearts of men….
I’m not saying I’m a….*GULP*….”Pick up Artist…”
I’m just saying that when you’re stuck in this joint, you might resort to more creative tactics than usual.
The typical “sexy” cel phone photo looks like a test shot for Playboy.
A flirtatious blog entry is elevated to mild erotic reading.
The buttons get pushed so fast on those text messages, you might as well be a little kid playing video games.
Do you know how I used to beat my big brothers at arcade games? I would push as many buttons as I could.
Often having no concept of what I was doing.
I would often unwittingly perform some mega-super move, leaving my opponents in a pile of dust on the floor.
My “Playa” techniques are not too different.
There is no method to my madness.
I have no “game” whatsoever.
The only time I get mad is when somebody beats me at the game I didn’t even know I was playing.
Which…I’m not saying thats…happened…or anything….recently……no way. No how. I’m just saying…..I might start playing video games to help take the edge off, because I HATE losing.
You might be saying to yourself, “Isn’t the brothel business competitive?”
No.
No it is not competitive when you start getting picked out of every lineup.
Maybe I need to head back down south, where I would be in the company of 20+ women, and when one man comes in the brothel, they all swarm like sharks. Maybe I’m ready to play THAT game.
In all seriousness though….
I don’t want people playing games with my heart.
So, it’s only fair that I quit playing games with theirs.
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