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Man. Dude.

What? Is this Psych 101 kindergarten where the big blue haired feminists blame men for everything or something?

You know to project I would have to be going around doing that which I claim others to be doing?

For four years I sat with my own shit.

I just want to sit down and eat some rice pilaf. And you ain't getting any.

I don't care how fancy your harvest is. It is my rice pilaf. Mine!

Not working on me anymore.

Sorry about that.

I admire your attempts to lighten the situation -- but it's all or nothing on this one.

I'm telling you man. Last night when I rolled over, there was a polar bear looking straight at me. I got up, yelled yababababa and it went poof and turned into a hat which I ate for lunch.

Thank you for coming to my ted talk.