It is time for a motherfucking change!

You know what... I'm 27. I live in a hotel room. I have exactly $1.38 in the bank. My lady left me. I'm socially inadequate. I talk to fast. I never approach strangers. I get nervous around pretty women. Sweaty palms. Racing heart. Butterflies. The whole pathetic shabang.

I'd just as soon take a swift kick to the balls from Belmont Stakes Champ Street Sense than go ahead and talk to a lady. I'm sitting home alone on Friday and Saturday nights.

And then it hit me. I'm too young, too interesting, too hip, and too damn goodlooking for this shit.

Like Style says,

"It is time for a motherfucking change!"

I'm talking real change. From the inside out change. Transformation. A Kafkaesque metamorphisis. I'm talking caccoons and butterflies. A complete and total overhaul. This is not just about meeting women. This is about Being... Living the dream. Leading a meaningful existence. Claiming what is rightfully mine...

A beautiful fucking life.

Passion. Intimacy. Romance. Adventure.

who's with me?!

>> simpsons - i... conquer

especially the fucking part.

i would but im too busy have an orgy with many beautiful women

>>3
THATS NOT FUCKING TRUE YOU LYING CUNT IT CANT BE FUCKING TRUE GTFO
G.T.F.O. SRSLY.

ORLY? well you first

hell yea man go and have sex with them hos!

Dr Dre does it, that's good enough for me.

Marijuana MUST be legalized.