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The (female) body, once polarized, is like a battery. Vibrations are either positive (sweet) or negative
(tart, sour, angry, or bitter). Women who only let go to first base are like the cat that swallowed the canary; they know they're getting away with something. Either accept all of a man or accept none of him (pun intended). Only going to first base increases polarization for both parties. Once the problem starts it only tends to become worse, unless you reverse polarity (with a different partner). In a battery, plus (battery) goes to plus (circuitry) and minus (battery) goes to minus (circuitry), otherwise a disturbance is created. I hope you understand the implications. Read on... Man, those paddy clown conan peasant women keep all their
vinegar in the bathroom and their sauerkraut in the kitchen and their totally worthless honey and sugar in the attic. They're so fucking polarized. On the other hand, the wonderful wopwops keep their tarts in the attic, but I don't mind. They dish it out but I can take it. They keep their sweets, well you know where. They make the word polarization look good, like Jamie, Earl's ex, makes the word "white trash" look good. God bless them! My thing feels angry today. Glad I know the way to Monterey. Concord's looking good too. The woman there loves it when I clean her bathroom. Afterwards we sit on the couch and watch "La Dolce Vita". BTW, where's Belmont? |
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