NSA FUN

Hi. Huh-I. Hyper. Hyper-mediocrity. Righto!
I hope the notes on your "things" aren't being used to light cigars on what was once your beautiful relationship, gone horribly wrong. My empathy goes to the women, because we are all cold bastards, psycho killers playing nice to get some, and the next thing you know, you're begging them to please dear god let me out of this basement torture room, pretty please? Don't promise sex or that you won't talk though, they're too easily suggestible and love the taste of pain and suffering better than any steak or scotch. How do I know? Well, I'm a man, and even if I could never rape or kidnap a woman, I sure know how to say the wrong thing at the wrong time, or the wrong thing any old time, just to watch the blood rising behind their eyes; cruising for a bruising. How else do you really know they love you unless you break them with constant button pushing, and they don't say "pretty please, just go away now?"
Be nice! Hyper-mediocrity. Hyper. Huh-I. Hi.