by Pat Darnell and AV Stadia
If, perchance a romantical prospect you pursue turns and says to you: "You're not my type." This is a textbook example of when you should run away.
Yes that is right.
It seems wierdo's go on shopping sprees. They will tell you up front what they are looking for, as if you are a sales clerk at Macy's.Listen carefully.
And remember, a wierdo today may not be the wierdo you run into tomorrow. We as a society have evolved into a suburban downlow world. It is imperative that as you play the fields, you discern the order of available "dates" and that you let the wierdos go out with other wierdos.
Besides, maybe on odd days you are a wierdo as well.
Therefore, when you intoxicate yourself, and add mood\lifestyle drugs in the mix, while "out on the town" -- you can avoid being harvested for your internal organs, even though you give responsibility for yourself to whoever is around you, while in your state of inebriation, unconciousness, insolvency, or illness. How best to not give away the whole buffet? You simply don't date anyone if your evening plans includes chemistry. And then probably it is best you stay home, locked in your closet.
This has been a public service announcement in keeping with responsible BLOGGIN' Assoc of India and Burgwoning Surburban states of Middle Class flights throughout the world. And the Billiards T Moynihan capital punishers of those who might. Considerations are made for those who like public service announcements by non-disclosed patrons of the bureaucracy. Good Luck wid' it y'all.
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