I’m so sensitive and intelligent that it hurts me to have sex with a woman because I’m thinking of the heartbreak of all the other men and women who want them.
So. I used my intelligence to make a new plan for existence to solve this problem.
It’s an amazing plan that is so perfect it will be implemented forever …
Because I’m not an asshole. I have to let all of you sign off on the plan.
I understand you think the pleasurable exclusive access means nobody else gets pleasure. But that’s totally wrong. You get pleasure. You just have to find somebody who doesn’t have a partner yet.
No partner? No pleasure.
And that’s why you’re a “my body” sexual. You are your own partner.
Hey. I thought you didn’t like partners?
You’re a total hypocrite.
me too. Be my Valentine for just one day. If you don’t like it, after that, Valentine’s Day is over.
It feels like we’ve had this conversation before. You’re fixated. You haven’t moved on. That’s why you don’t want to be.
Does that feel like freedom to you?
I know someone who got divorced and waited until her children were grown so she didn’t have to get child support. She didn’t even sue for alimony. Her dad thinks she’s an idiot for not doing that. She feels free.
Do you judge her?
I think there is a certain class of dependent man who preys on unhappily married women in hopes that she will go after her husband for everything he’s worth… Setting him up for retirement when he did shit to deserve it. And they are sorely disappointed when she doesn’t. There, there, certain class of “man”.
But that’s not you, is it, Ec? You got the music in you.
No, she didn’t. She thought if she didn’t sue your dad, she wouldn’t have to deal with his bullshit, and it wouldn’t be an ugly divorce. Was she right?
You calling me stupid is like BriBri calling his mom stupid. You’re both idiots spoiled rotten by moms who should’ve thrown your asses out on the street and ignored your asses after you turned 18. Spoiled rotten asses! You don’t deserve to love music!
This entire world’s face is on crooked.
That’ll be a fuggin nickle plus California tax!
Let the record show I was voluntarily celibate on Valentine’s Day into infinity.