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Dr Thatslife AdviceDr Thatslife gives you the toughest answers to your toughest questions. Often less than flattering, usually offensive, but always valuable for those relationship questions you need the straight goods on. Dr Thatslife has spent years helping the helpless, now it’s your turn!
During a camping trip with a group of friends a few weeks ago, I met a guy and we had sex on the second night of the trip. We were all pretty drunk, but I knew what I was doing, and I liked him. From the next day on, he was friendly but didn’t seem to acknowledge what had happened and the significance of it. Four nights ago at a mutual friend’s house party him and I met up again and we fooled around in one of the bedrooms, but didn’t “do it”. Later that night I asked him if he wanted to be steady with me and he kind of just blew that whole question aside and ignored it. I really like him, possibly even love him, but I’m not sure what to make of his feelings about me. Any help?
The reason he didn’t “acknowledge the significance” is because it wasn’t significant for him. He was drunk, you were available and willing, he emptied his balls into your box, and there you have it! It doesn’t go much deeper than that for him. If he was remotely interested in pursuing something beyond playing with your goodies he would have made even a half baked attempt at contacting you between your two drunken encounters – but he didn’t. It’s usually pretty obvious when a guy digs a chick and this doesn’t have the signs. The sad part of these binge drinking episodes is that one partner will often misread the event as a sign the other is keen; when in fact they just wanted to fuck. There isn’t anything wrong with two people drunk humping, heck some people depend on it, but motives can easily be misread. Saying you possibly love him after two chance encounters is foolish at best, you know nothing about him except perhaps his favourite sexual position. And asking him to go steady so early on in the game is another jaw dropper. Seriously Minoa, you’re 27, you need to grow up. Any guy hearing that kind of desperate talk on the second meet up is going to run for the hills with smoke trails behind him. You’re going to have to let this fish go. Wasting more time lusting after him is going to get you nowhere, and letting him unload his seeds into you at future parties is only going to enforce your bond to him with unfruitful results. Don’t take offence to the whole thing, it’s obvious he was attracted to you. It may be he just doesn’t wish to commit himself, or similar such reason. Just treat it for what it was, a couple good times at parties with your friends, nothing more or less. That’s life, Minoa.
My hubby of 5 years is a sweet guy, but I’ll say some of his habits are beginning to annoy me and I wonder if years down the road I will go insane with them. I think it is stuff he should have learnt growing up, like putting dirty laundry in the basket instead of on the floor; leaving his shavings on the bathroom sink; leaving toilet seats up; all those kinda things. He never cleans up after himself, meaning I need to. I keep telling him to change these things and he never does. Like every day I’m on him about it and it never changes. It seems the more I hound him the worse he is getting. I think if this keeps up it will get intolerable. Should I give him an ultimatum or realize this is who he is?
I think you feed off all this drama like a pig at the troth. You love the drama that this whole situation creates, and you are most likely in this lop sided relationship so you can do exactly what you are doing… being his mother. You can’t tell me you didn’t know about these habits before the ring went on your finger – so it shouldn’t be a shock to you that he continues to be a slob into your marriage. I’m sure you’ve also magically discovered he is immature in many other ways as well – not just the trail of skid mark stained underwear strewn around your bedroom. Every time you’re fuming with rage as you frantically pick up his soiled clothes from the floor, you encourage this behaviour. He realizes if he just dumps it there – it magically gets whisked away! It’s a perfect arrangement for him. But hardly an arrangement he will ever learn anything from. I’d laugh if you told me you thought you could change him – because we all know that’s futile. Oh… that IS what you thought? Ha ha ha! People in their 30’s are already stubbornly ingrained with their habits. Those stubbornly habits of his have been festering since grade school. People don’t have to be in their 70’s to have less than endearing traits etched in stone. If his facial hair shavings are flying around the bathroom every morning, that means they will be tomorrow, next week, and most likely 20 years from now. And the list of things he does that you will detest, will grow and grow and grow – giving you plenty to bitch and complain about. Ah, did I just hit the button? I believe I did! You love to complain. I think if you really wanted this solved you would have gave him an ultimatum well before now. But you love to complain, so by harassing him about him being himself every day – it’s your excuse to do exactly what you want to – complain. If you genuinely really do want this solved… let’s see what we can do for you. First, change your language and tone. You wanted to be the mother in this relationship, just as much as he wanted a mother in this relationship. Stop giving it to him. Treat him like an adult for once – and instead of speaking down to him, converse directly to him about how this impacts your relationship and how you are no longer going to go along with this behaviour. Set up a big discussion about the current state of affairs. Make the conversation memorable, mature and instill a subtle notion that repercussions loom if he doesn’t “get it”, but allow him to extract that from the conversation himself rather than beating him over the head with consequences. Then immediately after that conversation onward, stop with your daily heckling. That’s right – bring your pestering and shrill voiced complaint factory to a grinding halt. Secondly and most importantly, STOP BEING HIS MAID and let things go to shit. Let the clothes pile up and allow the bathroom to turn into a festering bacteria breeding ground. It’s going to get pretty gritty round the home front – but he needs to realize you aren’t there as a servant and he needs to take responsibility. When he starts looking to you for why you’re living in a bio-hazard zone and insects are taking over, simply shrug your shoulders. At the VERY most, if he gets shitty about the mess, simply ask him why HE isn’t cleaning it up – and leave it at that. Let the combination of that big initial conversation; a sudden lack of nagging; and no live-in nanny ferment in his gerbil sized brain. If those three or so ganglions in his head start glowing with activity, he will realize the dynamics of the relationship may have in fact changed! My gosh! From that, he may actually reflect on how his actions impact you and possibly, and I really mean POSSIBLY, change his ways ever so slightly. From there it’s really a crap shoot as to whether anything will change for the long haul or not. Only time will tell. Good luck Jenny. That’s life.
Last week I caught my boyfriend of 8 months cheating on me with a girl that goes to the same college as we do. He flat out refused that he did it but I know it’s true because I watched them coming out of a diner down the street from school holding hands, then kissed each other before going separate ways. I spoke to mutual friends and they confessed he slept with her at a house party he said he never went to. I really love him, but when I saw them together I felt so awful. I don’t know if I should bring this up to him or not? If he gets angry about it I might loose him. Dr Thatslife I need your help!
There isn’t anything to debate here Cindy. You have every right to drop Mr Playboy into an interrogation room and water board his lying ass until he’s mumbling confessions out his partially paralyzed drowning face. In all seriousness, it’s completely unrealistic for you to bottle up what you have witnessed as if it never happened. It is in your right to know what is happening, so you can decide whether you do in fact love this person. So obviously this whole ordeal makes you feel like an assorted shit platter. Carefully examine this and understand how this has emotionally impacted you and how it has affected the relationship. Don’t just blindly love him unconditionally, that mentality under such circumstances is for suckers. Look at this for what it really is… a breach of your trust. Then enter into a discussion with him, explain what you saw, what you heard and how it makes you feel. He will attempt to play down the event as just between friends or that it didn’t mean anything (yes, it‘s that predictable). Then hammer him for the real answers, and really try to ascertain what he’s willing to do to change the situation. Don’t be afraid to not love him. That’s right… Doesn’t it piss you off that everyone seems to have known about this except you? You had to literally prod friends like cattle to find out he’s twiddling another woman’s twat – you’re being run over here like road kill. Stick up for yourself, find out what’s going on, determine if things are going to drastically change, and if you are unsatisfied with what you’re hearing – cut him loose and move on. That level of confidence will most likely inspire you be attracted to more stable relationships. No kidding. By weakly accepting such transgressions, you indirectly ask for this type of treatment. Turn that around by taking control and being more confident, your future relationships will turn out for the better. Go get em’ Cindy!
I have this girl who’s working out well… she’s hot, real naughty in the sack, and we get along well. But my problem is she complains a whole lot. Kind of wrecks the moment, no matter what the moment. We might be chillin’ watching a movie on my new big screen TV and she’ll say something such as “The TV is too bright” or “I’m tired”, “When are we going to eat?” always something. Never seems to be happy with anything, no matter how cool it is. What can I do about it doc? Help a brother out!
Oh no… you have one of those. A human complaint generator. Some chicks seem to have mastered the art of perpetual complaining. “I’m too hot, I’m too cold, I’m too tired, I’m too hungry, I’m too thirsty, It’s too loud, It’s too expensive, It’s too heavy, I’ve walked too far, I’ve sat too long.” SHUT THE FUCK UP!!!!! JUST SHUT UP!!! As soon as any vital signs vary from absolute perfection they start exercising their mouth piece, and yes, it’s fucking annoying – I hear you. However, that is her personality. Your girlfriend will strike outward at external factors in an attempt to explain their internal discontent and unhappiness. These are people that usually love to create their own chaos. People like this (men or women, although women have certainly cornered the market) can never just live and experience the moment as-is, which is sad really. They are so busy monitoring their satisfaction levels that they cannot just accept that sometimes its OK to be a bit cold WHEN YOU’RE SKIING, for example. All things in life have down sides that accompany the good – and people that appreciate life accept these and in some cases embrace them. Instead of a whiner that continually complains about the cold while skiing; someone optimistic would think to themselves how refreshing and crisp the cool air is – and how that hot chocolate will be so satisfying after a day of skiing. A complainer would be flapping their pie hole all day long about their sore feet and hands; the glaring sun; how tight the boots are; their jacket doesn’t fit properly, how thirsty they are – and miss all of the positives as a result. They will fixate on those negatives until you’re ready to push them off the ski lift. I’m getting angry just thinking about it! So what can you do? Not a whole lot. But when she pipes up and starts rambling on about all the things wrong with a particular moment, casually mention the good things. When you’re sitting there watching a movie on your new honkin’ big screen TV and she starts menstruating in front of you about how bright the screen is, why not say something like “But don’t you remember back to that old piece of shit TV we used to hate? That small postage stamp screen we could barely see, blurry motel quality picture? And those orange skin tones – god! This TV really makes such a big difference huh?” She might (and I MEAN *might*) realize, “Fuck, you’re right – this IS a lot better, I should stop complaining.” By comparing the new TV negatively to the new one – you’ve put it into terms she can relate to, complaints! Just remember, you’ll need to put this kind of effort into the relationship often to put even a dent into her incessant nattering. From how she responds to that situation you’ll start to realize who you’re dealing with; and probably start to wonder how that affects other parts of how she thinks. Perhaps you will realize what a pessimist she really is about life in general; or how she’s one of those that likes to talk about goals but never achieve them; and how everything in life is always “against her”. Which is important to know, to determine whether she is compatible with your outlook in life. Maybe frogging her in the sack is all you want, but if she’s long term – you need to know these things now instead of later. The most important thing I can advise you, is to not make it your life’s mission to satisfy all of these complaints. It’s elusive and pretty much impossible to achieve, you’ll burn yourself out trying, and ultimately she will probably never be completely satisfied. You could take that TV back to the store for one less bright, and the new one will end up being “too colorful”, or “too big” for her. (Disclaimer: there is no such thing as a TV too big). Just try to mitigate the whining to a tolerable level. That’s life man!
I don’t even know where to start. But basically, 3 years back I met a waitress at a bar one night, took her back home, we had sex and we now have a 2 year old son. Her and I have been in and out of each other’s lives over the past year, fighting one week and being somewhat cordial the next. Needless to say it has been a very rocky relationship, but we’ve tried our best to hang in there for our son. Then recently a very unexpected problem has come up… she has gone the drug route. I caught her doing heavy lines of coke off a counter at a house party she didn’t expect me to show up at. I was shocked and sickened by the whole thing. That was a few weeks ago, and no matter how I approach the topic she refuses to talk about it. I got in touch with her friends and they verified that she has been like that for the past few months. I totally had no idea man. She has custody of our child, and won’t give him up. I want to take full custody, it won’t be easy for me, but it’s the only way I can protect him from all of this. She won’t give him up, what can I do and how should I help to rehabilitate her?
Wow, that’s a rough story, even rougher than having the name Bruno! It’s the kind of three years of hell you would watch in a movie, but never expect yourself to be living. Let’s skip through the past few years and address the immediate issue at hand… her life is about to rapidly disintegrate into shit, and your child shouldn’t be part of that horrifically tragic experience. She will shortly move into the phase of self absorbed misery and substance addiction in which the welfare of your child will become second to fueling a habit. Bruno… essentially when the mother becomes a fucking junkie, the term “our son” becomes “your son” until she gets her fucking act together. When she’s hopped up on coke, your son essentially doesn’t have a mother. Which means you need to do everything in your power, legal or otherwise to obtain custody of your child. Even if she claims to only be doing drugs outside of the home, it doesn’t matter. It is stunning just how much children absorb from the atmosphere around them, even at such a young age. They are much more influential and perceptive than you could even begin to imagine. Being around a drug addict emits such awful energy and emotional chaos, you do not have a choice in this matter Bruno. You have to act swiftly, and do so with determination. Start by becoming informed as to what your options are, narrow down the options available to you that would render the best results, and then begin researching the fuck out of each option. For example, court would most likely be one of those options. In which case, heavily research pertaining laws, case law, and everything else you can get your hands on. The Internet is a miracle at getting basic information and helping to build a foundation of understanding and support from others. Seek advice from professionals, support groups, government counseling services, help lines, you name it. Don’t be afraid of getting out there and arming yourself to the fucking teeth with knowledge and being proactive. It is just so easy to just curl up into a fucking ball and assume because she said “No you can’t have him.” that you’re fucked, but that is rubbish. This is the difference between your son growing up normal, and being a fucking train wreck. I feel for you bro. This is when the saying “Where there’s a will there’s a way.” not only comes into play, but should be your mantra until victory. As for rehabilitating her… some half-ass at home attempt will be useless, she needs professional treatment in a controlled environment, and only she can make that a reality. All you can do is point her in the right direction. Take care of your son Bruno, he needs you now more than ever. That’s life.
I have been dating my boyfriend for 5 months. My boyfriend is really popular at school, and I feel like I’m always trying to keep up with it. He has so many friends, wears all the coolest clothes, gets invites to parties. Lately he keeps asking me to get better clothes, get the same brand shirts as him, otherwise he says he might outgrow me. I have a part time job after school, but it really is not enough for these expensive brands he wants me to get. What should I do? If I buy the clothes I need to work a second job, if I don’t my boyfriend might move on to someone else more cool. I feel either way I can’t win Dr Thatslife, help me!
You’re wrong Trinity, having your boyfriend move on would be a win for you. The guy sounds like a total ass clown. He’ll dump you now over the clothing issue, or something equally mindless somewhere down the road. Take your pick, the fact is you will never meet his standards. Probably nobody but the equally most shallow girl in your school will be sufficient in his mind, so why bother trying? Seriously. It really doesn’t fucking matter if your shirt has an alligator, eagle, moose, or a little man on a horse; its all the same shit coming from the same third world sweat shops. The ONLY difference is one shirt will be $30, the other requires you to lube up for $100. Who fucking cares what embroidery is sewn onto a fucking golf shirt? By focusing on such trivial and completely meaningless details, this guy avoids the larger issues plaguing his most likely shallow and mediocre existence. You’re probably the best thing that could be in his life, and he’s willing to jeopardize that for a shirt. You tell me what you think you need to do about it. That’s Life Trinity.
Been dating this girl for almost two years and I’m kinda half and half with what I want to do. On one hand we get along well and don’t really having any problems; on the other, I’m completely bored and want to go out and meet women, go on dates, just have fun. I feel like we’re married, but we are not. So I see my single friends having fun, my married friends building a life, and I’m stuck in middle. Help me doc.
Definitely a more common situation than you could imagine… know why? Because everyone wants what they haven’t got. Look at your friends on either side of the relationship spectrum… Often the single friends wish they could trade in their weekly blind date disasters for a stable and eternal nest of love with that special woman of their dreams. The married ones wish for an orgy of hot young women trampling down their door to break up the monotony and drudgery of their daily family life (well, actually both sets of friends want hot young women trampling down their door, but anyway). Either side, it’s all about wondering if whether your predicament is best serving you, and there isn’t anything wrong with that - providing you don’t linger in this state of uncertainty for eternity. The lure of being single as a 28 year old guy is very high, you are probably more at ease with yourself; know yourself better; have a more refined sense of style; and are more confident now than ever. So naturally, you’re wandering down the street or hanging out with friends at the pub and seeing stunningly hot bait and you wish you could tap some of that action. But at the same time you’re more conscious than ever that life is screaming by pretty fast. The most glaringly obvious part of your submission was the “I feel like we’re married, but we are not”. It not so subtly hints to me you’re bored to tears with the predictability, routine and constrained nature of your relationship. Either she’s just a boring person and you’ve only now realized this after the initial honeymoon phase of your relationship; or you two have essentially gone into “nesting mode” (yes, just like the mother bird and its chicks in the bird nest). Nesting mode revolves more around the maintenance of your relationship; day to day life; the environment around you and comfort. This is in stark contrast to the spontaneity and energy of dating whatever tramp you stumble home with and what that brings about. It’s in the genetic makeup of most chicks to gravitate the relationship towards this “nesting” modality, as it brings the relationship towards their desired outcome… marriage. The older they get, the more pronounced the whole nesting thing gets, as they are more conscious of that whole pesky time flashing by thing than you are. So do you want to get married or not? She most likely does. Have you asked her? Has she asked you? Odds are someone in each relationship over a couple years old is pondering or desiring it. Can you see yourself 15 years from now waking up next to her with a smile on your face, or does the thought of that make you want to hit the bar for triples vodka tonics? This isn’t necessarily a question about your girlfriend specifically, but rather more about waking next to the same person… forever. Essentially you need to stop watching what your friends are doing, and start narrowing down your train of thought into what you are wanting out of your life. You may say ”That’s what I ‘m already doing, dickhead.” But I believe you have approached it the wrong way. Rather than focusing on the limitations of what you are in, you should start determining what lifestyle better suits you. Do you want to be single, open and free formed with your relationships. Or in a permanent committed relationship for stability and companionship. Once you know what slot you want to be in, it not only helps you to relax about wondering what you want, but also helps you to better evaluate whether your current partner fits into that lifestyle. You may find that when you go through this mental process, it helps you to realise that maybe she just isn’t the right one for you, and to move on. Either way, two years into a relationship shouldn’t feel like a jail sentence if she’s the right girl for you, catch what I mean Peter? That’s life man.
Hoping you can help doc. I’ve had this crush on a guy that has been in my classes for the past 2 years. I could never really get his attention, until finally the other night we ended up talking at a house party. My parents were out of town, so we went back to my place and made out. It was amazing, like a dream come true, he even came inside of me. But then things went really bad. As soon as we were done, he right away gathered his stuff, said goodbye and left out the door. Ever since he has completely ignored me, and when I tried to stop him to talk in the hallway between classes he turned the other way and walked off. Honestly I’m confused. Is it just that maybe he’s shy about what happened, or did he use me or what? It’s been a while since the night we made out, and I so want him, but I don’t know what he’s thinking. There isn’t anyone else I could possibly want. I really want this to work out between us!
Sandra, it’s called a one night stand, and whether you were attuned to the fact or not, you were involved in one that night. He was looking for nothing more or less from you than exactly what he got, to unload his yam bag into you. He couldn’t care less what you got out of it or what your anticipations of a future between the two of you may encompass. You were simply at the right place at the right time to fill his needs. If you’re thinking that this physical encounter in some way establishes a relationship or an emotional connection between you, that would be wrong. Dickhead can easily romp with you in the sack, and walk off forgetting your name that very night. And any stimulating conversation and flirtatious banter you two may have had at the party were, in his mind, nothing more than an obstacle to getting your panties around your ankles. So don’t be under the illusion that just because you two fucked, there is anything deeper going on here. Your best move at this point would be to press the reset button on this goof and start looking for a new guy to pine over. While this may be difficult, as you’ve probably spent two years building this from a puppy love crush to an obsession – mentally banishing this guy will help you to refocus on checking out other, most likely better guys for you. That’s life!
My boyfriend is so special to me, him and I have dated for like 2 years now, and it’s getting really serious. The other day, though, I discovered adult web sites on my boyfriend’s Internet bookmarks list. I confronted him about them and after a long heated discussion he swore never to visit porn sites again. The very next week, when I was on his computer I checked his Internet history and found he was still going to these disgusting sites. I’m a very understanding and open minded girlfriend, but this went past the line. I am not sure if I should be with someone that has to lie about watching porn, what do you think?
My bullshit senses always tingle when I get consultations from people claiming to be “understanding”, let alone “very understanding“. The fact is, if you were as open minded as you claim, you wouldn’t give a shit about this. Guys watch porn, it’s what they do. If a guy tells you he doesn’t or won’t any more, of course he’s lying through his teeth. He simply wants to put the subject to rest and that’s the easiest way to do it. He was probably prowling the darkest corners of the net watching Bukkake party videos that very night. Seriously, it’s actually none of your business, he isn‘t hurting you nor anyone else. While chicks can lay in a deep soaker tub dreaming of Fabio and rub one out; guys are incredibly reliant on visual stimulation. They need that slap of porn in the face to do the job right. Denying him that will only make you look prudish. And your ongoing spy efforts examining his Internet history are childish to say the least. Grow up and realize that if you are in an otherwise satisfying and fulfilling relationship, leave it at that and don’t complicate things unnecessarily. That my dear, is life.
I come from an extremely religious family and background. Therefore I have been raised in what most would consider a severely religion based life. As part of that, I can only have relationships with women of the same religion; no premarital sex; and absolutely no masturbation. All of which really put me at odds with modern life. I have cheated a few times by dating someone outside of my religion but ultimately my guilt caught hold of me. It’s the other two that I have never flaunted with and it’s, well, really a problem. After about the forth or fifth date with a woman, I know exactly where it’s heading, intimacy. Which I would be all for if it weren’t for religion. However they feel there is something wrong with the relationship when I don‘t “put out“, or that I am disinterested, and one by one they leave me. What’s worst is the whole non-masturbation thing. There are sometimes I am almost beside myself with the need to do it. The urge is ever present, and a serious problem for me. I don’t know how to overcome these obstacles while still honouring my vows to god. I’m hesitant in asking you for help, but I am at a loss here.
What you vowed to abide by as part of your religion is certainly not a winning combination. It asks you to contradict every natural tendency, instinct and urge a typical 22 year old guy would have… date tons of different women, sleep with them and feverishly wank yourself the rest of the time. That may sound a bit crass, but it isn’t far off base. Lets tackle each part of your religion’s restrictions… It’s hard enough to find the right gal out there in the world, let alone limiting it to whoever is sitting beside you in church. I could go into a long angry speech about how ironic religion is with compelling you to love all; but then not allow you to love anyone that do not share your beliefs, but I won’t. I can see why you skipped out on that one a few times. You simply cannot control who you’re gaga over and this rule is simply to control who you associate with (a keeping it in the family mentality) rather than upholding any supposed moral values as per the other two rules. The prohibition of premarital sex is a staple of most religions, however in reality it’s broken more often than pencils at an anger management seminar. The urges both yourself and the women you’re with experience are there for two reasons, affection and, tadaaaa… procreation – the most basic instinct you have other than breathing and shovelling food into your pie hole. Try denying those two instincts and see how far you get. Aside from that, sex is the most fantastic experience you can have, it is an absolute key component to relationships and a bonding ritual that is the centerpiece of your passion for another person. Then to my favourite one, denial of masturbation. You should be able to empty your balls whenever and however you desire, and to deny yourself that is unhealthy in both physical and psychological perspectives. The rule is telling you that yet another basic element of your being cannot be engaged. The long term effects of this must be stunningly negative, it’s barbaric. I don’t think it’s any of God’s fucking business what you do with your junk to be honest. So is it implied that you will essentially go to hell if you give yourself a handy? I’m telling you that if you don’t blow your load once in a while, you WILL be going to hell because you’ll one day go postal and really do some fucked up shit. Religion really does tend to mettle in things that lie at the root of your existence. Some of the things people vow to as part of a typical religion make sense; like looking down on shagging your next door neighbour’s wife while stealing the power tools from their garage and giving their son the beats for accidentally throwing his Frisbee onto your lawn. As fun as those things may be to do, they degrade the integrity of our society. But when it comes to what you do with yourself or to others in a mutually consensual and loving nature, religion has no business interfering in such decisions and actions. The intent of religion ultimately is to have a peaceful and morals driven world, but in reality how it tackles this and the very nature of people make this more complex than that. So what it comes down to Darren, is to determine whether you will either be rigid in your compliance with the rules of your religion and suffer through this for the foreseeable future. Or take the best elements of your religion that are a positive influence on your life and others, live by them, and drop the others. The second option is the key to my consultation. In order to do it successfully though, you must relieve yourself of the guilt associated with engaging in them, which would certainly happen after more exposure. There is nothing wrong with the approach, and the lack of daily guilt in even the thought of doing things you were naturally designed to do will be such a stunning weight lifted from you it will be like the dawn of a new life for you. Nobody really follows the word of God completely and absolutely down to the letter, anybody that tells you otherwise is full of shit. Time to go shake things up. That’s life. |
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