I think for myself I’ve come to terms with my depravity, and in a twisted way enjoy it. My wife on the other hand doesn’t seem to think it’s as funny as I do when I fart upon the cat’s head…
I always advise women not to marry (or even date) a man who spends more time on his hair than they do. I always advise men to avoid women that spend more money on their nails than they do on car maintenence.
I think the real trick is to go through the DSM-IV with your partner and make sure that you have COMPLIMENTARY mental illnesses. (Note: I’m writing this comment while taking a break from writing a speech about love to deliver at my cousin’s wedding this Saturday.)
This cartoon reminds me of something I read on failbook.com once:
“Many of my friends have had success with dating websites, but I’m still skeptical. My main complaint is that they match people based on shared hobbies and interests. I don’t want to date a weirdo.”
That is brilliant XD. I married someone who is the same level of crazy as me and just some of my interests. We take turns on which interest is the weirder one.
The problem is with weirdness, because its hard to tell who is weirder too
many forms and individualities.
Crazy is easy you can tell by the piles of corpses (some metaphorical some not so much…)
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The horrible things I do is the stuff I really like about myself.
And we would like to ask that you not do that..incident…in public.
Those poor, poor sheep…
We’re still cleaning up the glue.
And the glitter… my god… SO much glitter…
We haven’t found the last three piano keys yet
Neither have we found all those youtubers. Where did they go…?
I think for myself I’ve come to terms with my depravity, and in a twisted way enjoy it. My wife on the other hand doesn’t seem to think it’s as funny as I do when I fart upon the cat’s head…
But what does the cat think?
I don’t know about SRSteue, but as far as I’m concerned, my cat lost the right to complain about me farting on her head when she farted on mine.
It’s like you’re inside my head with this one!
But I’m the complete opposite. I’m too much in love with myself to really love someone!
I can’t be too late to say that I was so wrong.
So, Bob…. Where are ya from?
There’s the rub. I’m half from Oklahoma and half from Texas. Sometimes I just can’t get along with myself.
That about sums up my stance on myself. I’m almost afraid to tell me any secrets for fear that I’ll narc on myself.
ARGH! Thanks, Bug! Now I’ve got Air Supply stuck in my head.
There should be a law against that.
This is yet another example of Adam excelling at putting difficult-to-put-in-words thoughts to pape… I mean, pixels.
Since I own a couple originals, I can safely say that “paper” was correct. 🙂
I hope to find love by following the maxim, “Never marry anyone crazier than yourself.”
That leaves the field wide open!
Well, I blew that one.
I always advise women not to marry (or even date) a man who spends more time on his hair than they do. I always advise men to avoid women that spend more money on their nails than they do on car maintenence.
Sound advice!
50% of the population is doing it wrong
Except those with equal level of craziness!
Touché
I think the real trick is to go through the DSM-IV with your partner and make sure that you have COMPLIMENTARY mental illnesses. (Note: I’m writing this comment while taking a break from writing a speech about love to deliver at my cousin’s wedding this Saturday.)
If she wasn’t even crazier than I am, what would she be doing with me?
This cartoon reminds me of something I read on failbook.com once:
“Many of my friends have had success with dating websites, but I’m still skeptical. My main complaint is that they match people based on shared hobbies and interests. I don’t want to date a weirdo.”
That is brilliant XD. I married someone who is the same level of crazy as me and just some of my interests. We take turns on which interest is the weirder one.
The problem is with weirdness, because its hard to tell who is weirder too
many forms and individualities.
Crazy is easy you can tell by the piles of corpses (some metaphorical some not so much…)
OH MY GOD YOU ARE SO RIGHT!!!