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January 18, 2010
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Handbag Weight Chart
I suppose women always know best. And, if such is the case, then I should probably get a smart phone to carry on my person. Furthermore, I should probably keep up with ladies so we’ll have something to connect about and so she won’t look down on me and decide not to marry me. I’d hate to wake up after a one-night stand to a woman searching through my possessions, saying, “Where’s your Blackberry?”
“What do you mean? I don’t have one.”
“How do you expect to take care of our children?”
“Pay phone?”
“Get the fuck out.”
But then again, if it will defer the child rearing process for a while, maybe I should keep the flip phone.
