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Ever wonder if your life had been any different? (pg. 4)
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| ivofivo |
| Yea, cause every woman has the same rationale. GTFO with this simplistic bull. However, they do have one thing in common, they alllll love money. :rolleyes: |
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| Zyklon_Jay |
you are like 16 years old,for me to to acknowledge you, you would have to have more than 5 seconds life experience to base your opinions on...that and be interesting.
a woman isn't a money grubbing whore just because she wants to be with someone who doesn't live paycheck to paycheck. It might just mean that she would like to have a decent future and the ability to more than just survive. No one is saying she doesn't make her own money.;) |
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| infiniteJEST |
The trick is to give them two compliments about their face, then you buy them a drink. Meanwhile mention all of the traveling you've done. When you bring out your wallet to pay for the drink, 'accidentally' have your large, Trojan magnum condom slip out on the table. Make it seem like an accident - this is key.
Then back at your place ask her if your towel smells of chloroform, which it should, if you paid attention and read in between the lines during the complimenting her face tidbit. |
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| ivofivo |
| quote: | Originally posted by Zyklon_Jay
you are like 16 years old,for me to to acknowledge you, you would have to have more than 5 seconds life experience to base your opinions on...that and be interesting.
a woman isn't a money grubbing whore just because she wants to be with someone who doesn't live paycheck to paycheck. It might just mean that she would like to have a decent future and the ability to more than just survive. No one is saying she doesn't make her own money.;) |
I remember when I first watched the notebook. |
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| Zyklon_Jay |
| Put it from a guy's perspective too. If you are successful, would you really get serious with someone that worked at burger king? |
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| ivofivo |
| Nah, but if she worked at Five Guys, yea. |
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| Zyklon_Jay |
| *gives you a lolipop and pets your oddly shaped russian head.* |
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| EddieZilker |
You should be wearing a cast or have a black-eye. An injury is the surest way to a woman's heart because it arouses their care-taking instinct. A black-eye says you're dodgy on the wild side of life so if you can manage it, include this in an injury combo package. Finally, remember that when it comes to a woman's love, money is no object. Pull out the wallet and let that Magnum condom fall out, but then say, ". I'm so used to pulling this out to pay for drinks, I forgot I'd just been mugged and they took all my credit cards."
Then feign that you're having to hold back tears for a split second. Women love traumatized men because it makes them feel powerful and attractive! |
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| Zyklon_Jay |
| or if you really want her, ignore her and hit on her friend. |
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| EddieZilker |
| quote: | Originally posted by Zyklon_Jay
or if you really want her, ignore her and hit on her friend. |
Oh, yeah! The old push-pull. Put them in competition with one another. |
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| Zyklon_Jay |
you would think that move would blow up in peoples faces more than it does....but it doesn't.:p
really a win win. |
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| AnotherWay83 |
I wish I was little bit taller,
I wish I was a baller
I wish I had a girl who looked good
I would call her
I wish I had a rabbit in a hat with a bat
and a '64 Impala
I wish I was like six-foot-nine
So I could get with Leoshi
Cause she don't know me but yo she's really fine
You know I see her all the time
Everywhere I go, and even in my dreams
I can scheme of ways to make her mine
Cause I know she's livin phat
Her boyfriend's tall and he plays ball
So how am I gonna compete with that
'Cause when it comes to playing basketball
I'm always last to be picked
And in some cases never picked at all
So I just lean upon the wall
Or sit up in the bleachers with the rest of the girls
Who came to watch their men ball
Dag y'all! I never understood
Why the jocks get the fly girls
And me I get the hood rats
I tell 'em scat, skittle, skibobble
Got hit with a bottle
And put in the hospital, for talkin' that mess
I confess it's a shame when you livin' in a city
That's the size of a box and nobody knows yo' name
Glad I came to my senses
Like quick-quick got sick-sick to my stomach
Overcome with my thoughts of me and her together
Right?
So when I asked her out she said I wasn't her type
I wish I had a brand-new car
So far, I got this hatchback
And everywhere I go, yo I gets laughed at
And when I'm in my car I'm laid back
I got an 8-track and a spare tire in the backseat
But that's flat
And do you really wanna know what's really wack, What
See I can't even get a date
So, what do you think of that?
I heard that prom night is the bomb night
With a hood rat you can hold tight
But really tho' on figuero
When I'm in my car I can't even get a hello
Well so many people wanna cruise Crenshaw on Sunday
Well then I'm gonna have to get in my car and go
You know I take the 110 to the 105
Get off on Crenshaw tell my homies look alive
Cause it's hard to survive
Livin' in a concrete jungle and
These girls just keep passin' me by
She looks fly, she looks fly
Makes me say my, my, my
I wish I was a little bit taller...
I wish I was a baller...
I wish I was a little bit taller y'all
I wish I was a baller
Hey, I wish I had my way
'Cause everyday would be a Friday
You could even speed on the highway
I would play ghetto games
Name my kids ghetto names
Little Mookie, big Al, Lorraine
Yo you know that's on the real
So if you're down on your luck
Then you should know just how I feel
Cause if you don't want me around
See I go simple, I go easy, I go greyhound
Hey, you, what's that sound?
Everybody look what's going down
Ahhhh, yes, ain't that fresh?
Everybody wants to get down like that
I wish, I wish, I wish... |
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