I'm an introvert and I like what the author says about needing to recharge after a few hours of socializing. I find long stretches (ie 6 hours straight) of conversation totally exhausting... I wish I didn't, but that appears to be the way I'm built.
I disagree with all the 'more intelligent', etc. stuff, but maybe some of you will find the article interesting at least...
And if you read the article, a bunch of women were on the customer list as well.
That's very interesting. There are two possibilities here. Either they are unhappy with their husband's penis size, or they want to grow their own. You can't get much smaller than "I don't have one".
You'll be able to actually see them bounce off some invisible force field ten feet away.
I don't even need the t-shirt... I have a powerful Orb of Stench that surrounds my body, causing any life form that enters to heave uncontrollably. If I bought the t-shirt, it would be for the redundancy.
Sounds like you need the Ab Scissor from Body By Jake. Before he became an infomercial superstar, Jake was just like you. He was "an overweight kid who had a terrible stutter". By exercising just 30 minutes a day, 3 days a week on the Ab Scissor, he got the results he wanted, and his stutter cleared right up. The Ab Scissor really does work miracles. Buy it today!
This is kind of like people complaining about you running a Nintendo emulator on your computer because you want to play Super Mario. If it runs on a Nintendo, you don't really have a lot of choice...
I'm sure they have invested lots of money and time into Windows software, and if it works, why change?
The game isn't over yet... Next time, Gates... Next time...
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I'm an introvert and I like what the author says about needing to recharge after a few hours of socializing. I find long stretches (ie 6 hours straight) of conversation totally exhausting... I wish I didn't, but that appears to be the way I'm built.
I disagree with all the 'more intelligent', etc. stuff, but maybe some of you will find the article interesting at least...
And if you read the article, a bunch of women were on the customer list as well.
That's very interesting. There are two possibilities here. Either they are unhappy with their husband's penis size, or they want to grow their own. You can't get much smaller than "I don't have one".
You'll be able to actually see them bounce off some invisible force field ten feet away.
I don't even need the t-shirt... I have a powerful Orb of Stench that surrounds my body, causing any life form that enters to heave uncontrollably. If I bought the t-shirt, it would be for the redundancy.
It's probably in their best interest too... I mean, the readers are the customers. May as well be a design most of us like. I second this idea!
God damn it! Could somebody do me a favor and burn my eyes? That image will haunt me for the rest of my life.
This looks great for the current traffic problems. Instead of, "Damn these traffic jams!" people will be saying, "Damn it! I got double parked again!"
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That sounds so nasty. I bet some would prefer "The Pirate's Honor Roll".
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I'm not sure which is more disturbing: The name itself, or the fact that more than one person uses it.
I know what you mean. You were talking about the book by Charles Babbage, right?
Sounds like you need the Ab Scissor from Body By Jake. Before he became an infomercial superstar, Jake was just like you. He was "an overweight kid who had a terrible stutter". By exercising just 30 minutes a day, 3 days a week on the Ab Scissor, he got the results he wanted, and his stutter cleared right up. The Ab Scissor really does work miracles. Buy it today!
This is kind of like people complaining about you running a Nintendo emulator on your computer because you want to play Super Mario. If it runs on a Nintendo, you don't really have a lot of choice...
I'm sure they have invested lots of money and time into Windows software, and if it works, why change?
The game isn't over yet... Next time, Gates... Next time...