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Do you ever notice that as time goes by and you get older, you and your single friends get closer and closer until your social life consists of nothing but their shared company and a sense of singleton camaraderie never before attained?
Not only is there an overriding singlish trait in the company you keep, but you begin to talk about your married and unsingle friends with a sudden incredulous mien of mistrust, and envy masquerading as disgust.
Soon, these conversations are all you're having, and as more and more of your friends pair off and leave the singleton life, your bonds with those few friends remaining grow ever stronger--you cling to them, and they to you, with the tenacity of an arachnid--like the last few Cheerios in a bowl of milk.
Soon, you're the only one left. Soggy, alone, and floating in a miasma of milky nothingness, the next thing you know, your world is tilted and you're poured against your will into the black, gaping, toothy maw of the future.
I guess what I'm saying is that it may be time to start dating again.
Courtesy of TV Nation...
10% of the American public would pay $5 to see Senator Orrin Hatch (R-Utah) fight a big mean dog on Pay TV.
86% of all viewers would root for the dog.
100% of women viewers would root for the dog.
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