Older fellows would always call me a poor little fool. The truth is, all I wanted was a girl with the right allocations. My bad reputation landed me in fire and flames once, but as they say, the show must go on. Later on in life I learned that nothing else matters but girls with fingernails that shine like justice. I ended up meeting her and let me tell you fellas, she was the fox I've been waiting for.


So here's the moral of the story: always go after the girl who uses the machete to cut through red tape. Otherwise, life will blow up in your face like a cherry bomb.