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The Running Bets

I like to bet. For those of you who have read the story about how I was a professional gambler, this is obvious. What I don't like to do is exercise. At one point in my life, these two activities joined to provide an interesting story.

I have a friend named Hayden. He likes to bet me. For a while we had a running string of bets, and I was down overall because I failed to get 10x his score in a Tony Hawk competition. At one point I was one of the top 10 Tony Hawk players in the world. That lasted for about 5 minutes until someone from Japan beat my score.

Hayden and I sat across from my kitchen table.

Dealing with Men

On Cattack

To all pickup artists, rappers, and those trolls who yell remarks at women on the streets: Please accept my sincere statement of GO FUCK YOURSELVES!

From men whining that they can't date hot girls above a 7, and rappers talking about bitches and hoes because their thoughts as people don't matter. I am done in!

Some will argue: "Those are little boys, you need a real man."

Excuse me, ma'am, but my biological clock doesn't have a reset button. If I am approaching my 30's am I'm still surrounded by these "little boys" my age, I can't accept that as an answer.

Though with how society treats women, I can't even imagine wanting to bring a little girl into this world. Knowing she will just eventually reach an age where her words no longer matter - probably around age 14. Though looking at the trends of young starlets, my daughter will probably be sexualized by age 10 and be on her first diet because she's too fat and not sexy.

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