Usually what you're looking for is right in front of you, especially if
you're at Best Buy or at the Gentleman's Club. This is especially great
news for the lazy and the wheelchair-bound.
If what you want isn't right in front of you, try making do with what's
there so you can spend less time bargain hunting and turning down
homosexual advances.
As a rule, girls like the color pink, rom-coms and sugar-free sorbet. They like to talk about
boys, compare their lives to Sex and the City and pay people to scape their downstairs. Girls cry easily, enjoy savignon blanc and avoid carbs like butt sex.
If you meet a girl who likes football and Carhartts, she's probably
hiding a penis or a Y-chromosome.
Actual pain, like a charred pinky or a broken heart, teaches us to take
ourselves out of harm's way and to avoid things like fondue and
lotharios in the future. That means when a card shark from the Mohegan
Sun turns out not to be a stand-up gentleman, you should probably turn
off your heart for good and consider a move to a lesbian dog farm.
Life's just easier when you're dead inside.
There's no reason to have enemies when you can have frenemies. Unlike
an enemy, a frenemy lets her guard down to give you more ammunition, when she's three sheets to the wind or getting STD test results. With a frenemy, you can do things out of spite and make them look caring, like telling her very Catholic mom she's a locker room lesbian.
Frenemies are also good to keep around because you'll have a lot of friends on Facebook, making you look awesomer.