Morning, y'all. It's been a while since I've posted anything. And, I haven't an idea of whether or not anyone even reads my posts. But, in the chance that it might possibly be... I'll post something else.
In all truth and honesty, I find it hysterical how I'm the player... I play the game. I love women. I do. But, it's not like I go around like the object of the game is to wreck a life. (Also, in no way am I trying to give myself any sort of brownie points. I'm not saying I can get anyone.) Though, those who for some reason do find me attractive, and I, who may have ditto feelings towards, are not in for a meltdown.
You may also say that I can play the game, but, in all the same, I can be the game. And, I don't take that very well. Who would take that with a piece of banana cream pie? I wouldn't.
Find me lacking, or find me guilty.
Mr. Grumpy Pants
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