These are not *bad things. These are good things. You don't want some chick who can break you in half, some Aryan goddess. For example, a couple days ago I met the women's kickboxing champion of Bavaria. She came to my party; some pimp of a casting agent sent her along. And I'm like, well this is cool. But it's a lot to live up to. Just give me a little slattern!Originally Posted by bbrian
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