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I love friends, I want more friends. I love smiles. That is a fact. How to develop smiles? There are a variety of smiles. Some smiles are sarcastic. Some smiles are artificial-diplomatic smiles. These smiles do not produce satisfaction, but rather fear or suspicion. But a genuine smile gives us hope, freshness. If we want a genuine smile, then first we must produce the basis for a smile to come -- The Dali Lama --
My Gawd, those words could have been spew from my own mouth. Sometimes, I sit and marvel at the wisdom of some of our great minds, and sometimes I am moved to tears with the dis-genuiness of people around me.
Take for example, azz-kissers... we all know people that fall into this category. They are the ones that have the false masks of caring and friendliness screwed so tightly onto their face they cannot force it off until they are out of earshot of the person they just dirtied their noses by the kisses that they performed .. then the mask almost magically falls off and the explicatives and deletives fly more fast and furious than the #4 movie with the same title about that same person they had just hoisted down their pants and planted their lips on the crusty azzz of the boss man or woman or the individual they are trying to impress. And excuse me but it is time I got my Jewish on and used the oy vey.. and the Painted Mask award goes to.....bleeechhhh, puttttieeee, pbbbtttt, eeeeckkkkk.... 'scuse me while I rinse my mouth from this nasty azzed taste seeing this behavior leaves.. and scrub my eyeballs with listerine.
Listen, if you can't be honest with people .. and hell, I am not saying to walk up to someone and tell them that their frikken body odor is nasty than any sewer you have ever been near... I mean, if you cannot honestly tell someone that you don't buy into their "Oh, My Gawd, your ideas are shear genius" nonsense, if you can't keep your flipping mouth shut when you are within their earshot and tell them over and over again how wonderful you think they are, then run to the next room like someone with a bad azzed case of diarrhea so that you can tell the entire world how much of an effin jerk so and so just was (but leave out the part about you crawling up their behind so that you can: a. look good in their eyes because you believe it will advance you in this world ... b. enjoy licking the brown stuff from your lips or .. c. actually believe they will think more and better of you because of this.... THEN YOU REALLY NEED TO GET A CLUE AND SHUT THE *F* UP BECAUSE I, for one, am sick to death of your 2 faced piehole.
So, I am raising a cold brewskie to all you "real, genuine, honest jerks (like me) who abhor the color brown on the tip of your nose and around your mouth.. and can sleep at night knowing full well that you are not a frikken prostitute .. you heard me right.. you are doing exactly the same thing that prostitutes do.. you are *f'en* someone that you think will better your life, career or money situation, and that you mo-rons, is what it is.. if it french kisses butt, if it screws with the truth, if it is only in it for fame, success, richness, or popularity.. you are what you are...
and for gramps:
Grandmas don't know everything...
Little Tony was 7 years old and was staying with his grandmother for a few days.
He'd been playing outside with the other kids for a while when he came into the house and asked her:
'Grandma, what's that called when two people sleep in the same room and one is on top of the other?'
She was a little taken aback, but she decided to tell him the truth. 'It's called sex, darling.'
Little Tony said, 'Oh, OK,' and went back outside to play with the other kids.
A few minutes later he came back in and said angrily,
'Grandma, it isn't called sex. It's called Bunk Beds.
And Jimmy's mom wants to talk to you.'
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