Friday, September 24, 2010

I Love Tony Montana, Scarface or Home-run?

I have friend who suggests me to date someone, and this not incest or insect me, I am blissful but nobody can qualify to my higher grade of lovish. Now joking about incest becomes a incestuous thought without the guilt of doing so. Regardless of the unknown factors one can attain from establishing a form of evidence only the little head the little atom inside the clear electrons can persuade a sexual thought towards family ties.

Waking Up, today is one unknown Sakamoto moments, wherein you feel happy but kind of down at the same time. Nevertheless, I still wet on the idea that something is simply behind someone's control. I have this story of a friend who fell involve with a cousin. Second Cousin, the relationship made it they never had children. Until years later they've discovered that they're actually not second cousins but.... ta ta nannnnnnnn ahhhh.

In my idea of love that is unconditional, it is not sick to be a devils advocate or an investigator of some sort. In most advance school of thought they presented the nerd philo type of question: How can civilization started without incest on the side? Sick they say.

To end the story, it was finally discovered that my friends second cousin was not his real second cousin, because his cousin was a mail-to-order second-world-war children from the pacific who lost their parents along the way, so some kind hearted soldiers bring them to America then the story gets weird as it past the ketchup on the round table pizza.

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