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I get the feeling that the Pentagon is the sort of place where after terrorists attack it, you just push over the corpses who have toppled onto your desk and get back to work.
-- Tjames Madison
One From the Ladies Room
2003-07-11 16:29:28
For all you Sensitive New Age Guys (SNAG) out there who complain about not getting laid, I'm gonna let you in on a little secret: Women only like to have sex with jerks.
So, if you're not getting laid, then you need to get in touch with your Inner Jerk. Jerks, in order to get laid, endeavor to make attractive women BELIEVE that they WANT a relationship. Then, after the humiliating deed is accomplished, Jerks have an arsenal of trap door mannerisms, techniques and excuses at the ready to blast at the poor, unsuspecting, innocent they've lead astray. These include:
OR
And, finally, my All Time Favorite:
In conclusion, try harder.
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