What does a guy do? He can't settle down, he can't pick just one. He likes too many, and hurts just as much. I still haven't been able the right amount of alcohol to forget about women. Oh well, there's always another paycheck, another drinking night, and another few dead brain cells. I'll never understand them, and I guess I'll just always admire from a distance like some uuber geeky dirty old
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