Yet again I find myself blithely teetering on the edge of madness. I am the nice boy in the black leather jacket your mom warned you about. I am the man with the mystery of no tattoos. I am the man with heroin friends who has not a needle puncture. I am the virgin who glides down the street with kind words of encouragement for Asbury hookers. I am the pyromaniac who orgasms through bar-b-que. I am the man detained for using the word box cutter as an intensifier within reasonable context. I am the man with black clouds under his eyes and white sunshine over his head. I am an ambidextrous Luke Skywalker. I am the man who roots for the Red Sox. I am a fool.
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Hey, there's probably some female out there who did Mrs. L's list of the 100 attributes of her ideal man and I bet someone on it is "Wears black leather, the kind my mother warned me about" -- "Myteriously has no tattoos" -- "Lots of druggie friends, but doesn't do drugs" . Mrs. L
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