It seems to me the guys who boast the most are the ones trying to cover up their lacking. Those who are comfortable with themselves let it prove it's own worth.

Night of the living dead I see.

Well I do keep their heads...err...

Wait, the zombie invasion began!?!?!

But... I don't have my shotguns ready!!!

So you chop them off just like Perseus did with Medusa?

As much as it hurt back then. I can say I Couldn't of got to where I am today with her. I'm getting anouther house this year
with 3 more apartments . that makes two houses in one year.

Some people collect model cars, some collect sports cards...I collect the heads of ex-girlfriends, really I don't see the difference.

hmmmmmmmmmmmmmm.............ya dont think what we cant see?????????????

Ive decided.........in my mind..........right or wrong............we all are broken in some sort of form???

Why do i care, she is out of my life.....

I agree with you on that one Gypsy. 100%

I actually have something that kinda goes along those lines that I wrote a while ago.

Throughout your life you give others a piece of your heart. Your first love, your best friend, your first pet and all of those that come after. You come to realize that everyone is broken-hearted because they would be miserable if they kept it all to themselves. You never get those pieces back, but you'll always have someone else's piece in you. Never let go of those pieces, because that's the only way to have a whole heart, even if it is patchwork. It's kinda like those old quilts that your grandma makes, at least mine does. I still have one on my bed even though my mom has tried to throw it away at least a dozen times, it has some rips and tears, it's seen me at my best and at my worst, it's seen me laugh and it's seen me cry. I just can't let it go even though it's falling apart. It's just an old patchwork quilt with a hundred different patterns, colors, and sizes. Now I think I know why I keep it. It reminds me of my heart. It's been loved and it's been torn, it's hurt so bad that I cried and it's felt like it's going to jump out of my chest with joy. The best part though, is that it's completely unique. No one has one like it, never has, never will. You know why? It's because you are all a part of it. Big or small, there's a piece of each of you in me and there's a piece of me in you. Even if you don't think so, it's kind of like the fabric, you remove one string and the whole thing will eventually unravel. I can't speak for anyone else, but I hope that all of my strings are intact.

Let me know what you think.

I don't care either I just want to rub it in.

WOW!!!!! You alway's surpise me!!!!

the silent monster lurks
in
your
nightstand

I left the toilet seat up!!!!

tisk, tisk, tisk!

i did not "let her in" my head

She said she did not realize I was a Martian. She only dates inhabitants of Uranus.


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