I almost put in a qualifier about where we lived in Upper St. Clair to avoid that perception. Believe me, our cake eating was very sufferable.
On the other hand, I was just trying to recall what I could about Ringgold football championships, then I remembered that it’s only a AAA program. Is there a patronizing head patting smilie?
Please tell me this is a whoosh. Not being the elephant man and making enough money to move out of your parent’s basement is not enough to find someone to love you. There are a number of men who have posted here about how they are so nice and they have a job and a car and why won’t women date them but they don’t seem to get that not being repulsive isn’t enough to find a date. You have to have more to offer a woman than the fact that she could do a lot worse, just like women have to have more to offer than a nice ass and not being a succubus.
I promise that you can’t hide teh crazy for very long and the second any sane woman starts being accused of fucking certain men because she owes it to the history of the black race or that you spell America with a “k” and that you are seriously considering shooting up a fitness center she will run far, far away. It is kind of like how sane men would run far, far away if after 3 dates they showed up at a woman’s house and she was trying on bridal gowns or had a collection of Ken dolls with knife wounds to the general crotchal area.
While it is true that the football program has seem better days, it is also true that my high school has two Hall of Famers among its alumni. There are probably not many high schools in the country that can say this.
Blast. I suppose I’ll have to send some sex-starved, self-esteemless psychotic woman to shoot you with a twelve-gauge, you incorrigible pussy-teaser ™ you.
I don’t know how common it is, but I once worked on a program in a call center in which 3 of the 4 men had ‘mail order brides’ in the truest sense of the term.
To be fair, though, I think one guy did it first, and then the others jumped on the bandwagon.
I wasn’t defending men. I was defending testosterone, which makes men want to play basketball and pick up girls and carry them. It may also make women want to play basketball as well. If you compared the roughneck who saved a woman’s life, and the computer-nerd shooter, who would you say had more testosterone?
This may explain why, despite being reasonably attractive and having a good job, my habit of walking up to women in bars and shrieking, “LOVE ME!” at them has not yet netted any successes.