Thanksgiving, my ass.
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Posted:Nov 19, 2006 9:39 am
Last Updated:Jan 15, 2007 6:14 pm
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So the pilgrims took a minute to say thanks to the Americans for showing them how to plant and grow food and sustain life in this new climate. Only for the pilgrims to then turn around and , murder, plunder, pillage, and virtually decimate the lot of them, steal the land and to do so for "King and country." And that is what y'all celebrate? How noble (sic).
Thanksgiving, my ass.
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Bermudian men can't be that bad, can we?
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Posted:Jun 14, 2006 10:45 am
Last Updated:Apr 14, 2018 4:45 am
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I wanted to attract the ladies to the blog, moreso, but since there might be a temptation for people to think that I might be homosexual, not that it matters any, I changed the title from "Where have all the good men gone?"
At any rate... I went to a reception on Saturday and took a platonic friend of mine following which we went to get something to eat, chat and just enjoy the entertainment. I asked her why it was that she had managed to remain unsnared. After all, she has a really tight body, is fine as all of outdoors, and is always so well "presented." Her reply floored me.
Bruhs, have we become so detached from reality, insensitive or otherwise undesireable that our sisters are prepared to go it alone, do without, or, dare I say, turn to each other for companionship? I mean, taking a break to catch one's breath, say, is one thing, but making a conscious effort to not even bother with relationships because of frustrations with an entire species is something completely different, especially coming from someone who, for all intents and purposes, could have any man she wanted. What's up with that, y'all?
Sistahs, help me out here. I wanna understand what your thoughts, and indeed thought processes, are. I like to think that there are still some really good brothers out there who are deserving of good sisters for partners just as you all are deserving of good brothers for partners. But if you're not even putting yourselves on the market . . . then there are no winners.
What?
More time.
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