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[–][deleted] 1 insightful - 1 fun1 insightful - 0 fun2 insightful - 1 fun -  (4 children)

I have no words, but hey, who would I be to judge. I've not tried it.

[–][deleted] 1 insightful - 1 fun1 insightful - 0 fun2 insightful - 1 fun -  (3 children)

What, two women at the same time? It's a lot of work. I don't know how mormons do it. I'm not sure one of them is alive right now, always kinda a surprise with that one. I mean I worry, I know that writing was cavalier but holy fuck I do. The other is a little mad I forbid wearing clothing.

I mean, I guess we all have to go through life one way or another, you know? And if that means you're true to yourself but none of your women want to talk to you at the moment, I mean so be it.

Women like assholes. My only problem has ever been too many women. And I totally don't deserve it.

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I still have no words. But this reminds me. You know that scene in The Wolf of Wall Street when Leo is snorting coke off of Margot Robbie's boobs, when his wife opens the car door and yells at him? I asked my wife if she'd yell at me while I was snorting coke off the boobs of Margot Robbie. She said - nope - she'd be impressed. (But I think she'd throw things at us.)

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I can't even believe some of the shit I write, but out it comes. I feel like Mel Gibson.

You should email Margot Robbie, she might want to do blow with you and your wife. That would be one hell of a story.

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Nope - no matter where I get my appetite - I eat at home. Margot can't have any of this. :-) (But as we used to say many years ago, I wouldn't throw her out of bed for eating crackers.)