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What? Talking to a man is gross? So when you check out at a Target on a college year day, you're like, I can't. It's too dress. Sorry. I'm not into you. Not every man is into every woman. I promise. I promise. It may feel that way, but it's probably not. Yeah.

Thank you for watching.

You can talk to them, just make a reply, duh.

I mean, well that's normal I guess, you know, cause most girls hate men so I, yeah, most girls hate men, that's not, that's not something new, I don't know, but I guess those men should focus on themselves too.

I am a man of God and me personally, I wish everyone to be real men and real women and do what's best for themselves and others around them, make the right choices, do what's right and make yourself and others around you happy and achieve the best in life and you know achieve a good afterlife.

So listen up, I want you to go to Burger King, get a Big Mac, with a side of fries, and eat that bitch up, and you'll be just fine. Your self esteem will come right back.

I met a traveller from an antique land who said, Two vast and trunkless legs of stone stand in the desert. Near them, on the sand, half-sunk, A shattered visage lies whose frown and wrinkled lip And sneer of cold command tell that his sculptor Well those passions red which yet survive.