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So tonight on facebook, I saw an ultrasound of my best friend's girl's baby. I should be happy for them. And don't get me wrong, I am happy for them. But upon looking at that ultrasound, a thought occured to me. This is the same guy who was essentially my only friend in highschool-my only real...

Whilst reading a thread on one of many forums I frequent, someone made a very interesting analogy on why women choose to date losers/jerks/your choice of derogative choice of stereotype. So it begs the question. What level pokemanz are we in relation to this analogy?

So, this morning my sleep was disturbed by my mother and her partner getting ready for work. She was in an irrational fit because he forgot to wash her work pants over the weekend. Without going into great detail on the context, tempers flared, insults were thrown, and cupboards were slammed...

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I'm out. I'm sorry, but whilst I totally agree that personal fitness/grooming is important, acting all tough and macho knowing full well it'll get my ass kicked and/or make me look like a complete dick around females doesn't sit well with me. Besides, the only time I'm ever out with other...

The strangest irony is that in order to become more appealing to the opposite sex, I have to become..... less likeable. If that's how it has to be, so be it. BUT! I refuse, REFUSE to follow the Jersey Shore buff n cut path. Jersey Shore is the physical embodiement of everything I loathe about...

My step brother. First time I met him was eleven years ago, when my dad and his current wife were dating. Watched the little man go through pre school, primary school, etc, etc....... Fast forward to now, he's making his way through high school. And he already has his first girlfriend. At the...

Inspired mainly by a machinima which most of you may or may not have seen. Game is pretty simple. One must describe one thing a 'real man' does/likes/knows/thinks/feels/etc. And your sentence must start with 'Only real men'. I shall start. Only real men don't know what a 'Blazblue' is.

You know the type I'm talking about. The loudmouthed frat boys that always shout before they think. With their bronzed skin, six packed abs, and biceps the height of my coffee mug. In the past year that my sister and her friends have dragged my sorry ass out clubbing with them, I've watched as...