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Originally Posted by PyramidsofMars
Just not really my type, 'kay?
I'm the guy who goes and talks to the shy, studious pretty girl in the cute sweater sitting on the couch in the corner sipping on her beer coyly, ignored by everyone else who is hitting on the 'hotties' in skimpy outfits.
It's totally subjective.
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So you go over and talk to her, maybe have a drink or two. Things are going great, you end up at her apartment. Its cozy and you don't think its too weird that she collects Strawberry Shortcake dolls. She offers you another drink, you take it thinking "Man this is going to totally happen" She tells you she needs to go change. Your eyes get heavy and just before you drop into a deep slumber you see her coming out of the bedroom wearing a butcher apron and a pigs head.
You wake up several hours later at the side of a rainy highway. Your naked, and your chest hurts, you look down to see several knife marks on your chest making the sign of the Pentagram. You stand up and wonder why your butt is so sore . . .
And this children is why you don't date the quiet ones.