Troof-fully, I shouldn't make fun of Brooks, it's not cool getting picked on for making dumb posts, I know.
In other news, and speaking of Laura Wright, homegirl informed me that her sister Carol is madly in love with me. I think this is awesome, and works out pretty well, since Carol is the only brunette I have ever truly fallen for. And gotten hurt. I mean that quite literally, cause see, not only did I obtain a gimp leg in a "wrestling match" with her around Christmas-time (which prevents me from standing 8 hours at a time), but she also tore my heart out when she told me she could never love a man with dimples. But I guess that's changed. Maybe she finally figured out that she has dimples too. Nonetheless, I am over my initial getting-dumped-like-a-moldy-sandwich-cookie, and looking forward to the redress of our true love.
So, to make a long self-absorbed story short, I hope to make some kind of venture to the Wright household someday in the future so that I may ask her father's permission to wed, and then I can propose, since that seems to be the hip thing to do. It's gonna be a while before I propose, because I want to get a very special ring. I am thinking that maybe if I get trained and end up going on a covert mission to Sudan I can assassinate the Sudanese president and his wife and then take her ring. That would probably be a sweet looking rock. Plus I'd get props for bloodying up tyrants in the process of my engagement venture. Then I can enlist the help of my alpha team and pilot buddies to fly me into Rutherford County where I can propose from the hatch of a Chinook while my buddies creatively do a choreographed unconventional live fire exercise.
Dang, and I used to think I wanted to propose in a stadium.
By the way MIKEY (If that is your real name), I think you meant to call my writing "drivel", since you were pegging it as senseless rambling. "Dribble" would be more like the bouncing of a basketball. Then again, both mean the same thing in regards to salivary expulsion, but I don't have a drooling problem.
In other news, and speaking of Laura Wright, homegirl informed me that her sister Carol is madly in love with me. I think this is awesome, and works out pretty well, since Carol is the only brunette I have ever truly fallen for. And gotten hurt. I mean that quite literally, cause see, not only did I obtain a gimp leg in a "wrestling match" with her around Christmas-time (which prevents me from standing 8 hours at a time), but she also tore my heart out when she told me she could never love a man with dimples. But I guess that's changed. Maybe she finally figured out that she has dimples too. Nonetheless, I am over my initial getting-dumped-like-a-moldy-sandwich-cookie, and looking forward to the redress of our true love.
So, to make a long self-absorbed story short, I hope to make some kind of venture to the Wright household someday in the future so that I may ask her father's permission to wed, and then I can propose, since that seems to be the hip thing to do. It's gonna be a while before I propose, because I want to get a very special ring. I am thinking that maybe if I get trained and end up going on a covert mission to Sudan I can assassinate the Sudanese president and his wife and then take her ring. That would probably be a sweet looking rock. Plus I'd get props for bloodying up tyrants in the process of my engagement venture. Then I can enlist the help of my alpha team and pilot buddies to fly me into Rutherford County where I can propose from the hatch of a Chinook while my buddies creatively do a choreographed unconventional live fire exercise.
Dang, and I used to think I wanted to propose in a stadium.
By the way MIKEY (If that is your real name), I think you meant to call my writing "drivel", since you were pegging it as senseless rambling. "Dribble" would be more like the bouncing of a basketball. Then again, both mean the same thing in regards to salivary expulsion, but I don't have a drooling problem.
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