I told my sister I was off to go see someone in Auckland and Sydney. I explained both of them.
In Auckland ill see my penpal. A girl I've emailed with for a few years from a different game. And SUMMER if she decides to come. Lets hope she does. I really would like to meet her.
In Sydney ill see tigger.
She said that's cute in Auckland and that Tiger sounds like a bum.
Getting mugged is nothing to be ashamed of(unless you're a patrolling police-officer :P )
it can happen especially after a night out.
Being a mugger is something to be ashamed of.
Well it's pretty embarassing, considering that Myhand would have killed the mugger with his bare hands, before saving a baby from a burning building. So when Boston compares himself to Myhand, of course he will feel emasculated. That's all he was trying to say.
I have been mugged myself often enough. Instead of X, who was just been bullied in school and always was too scared to ever risk being mugged.
But he read about it somewhere, something smart, I am sure of that. That was what i said essentially.
I know first hand that pride is the first thing you lose when getting mugged.
Open on a dark, claustrophobic urban street. Structural flaws are apparent in the defaced infrastructure. Dim lights flicker overhead, illuminating piles of refuse and overconfident vermin.
Mugger: Hey faggot, give me your phone.
Myhandisonfire [to himself]: Ah, a real experience - a mugging! It's certainly been a while. Oh yes, I feel so alive right now, mm. A feeling I bet not one of those intellectuals have ever felt - the delectable, singular pleasure of being robbed. Ne'er-do-wells lurking in the thick air of the night, every corner a thrilling rush - indeed, this is undeniably superior to reading a book or being bullied as a schoolchild - a schoolchild who shall never know the grimy delights of the crime-ridden metropolis - a metropolis where, without the sheer altruism of those such as myself, evil should invariably triumph over the poor souls who stalk the streets - poor souls such as that of the previously mentioned schoolchild, who, should fate call upon me to save his life, would, without so much as a stuttered "thank you", scurry off immediately thereafter. Back to the library of his ivory tower - ha!
But what good would we, the idealistic heroes of the underclass, be, if we ourselves were not humbled from time to time? Verily, it is these experiences which make us the briliant and noble men who we are. Yes, I cherish moments such as these, which might perhaps grant me a veneer of hard-earned authenticity on such-and-such a forum many years from now.
[To mugger, unable to conceal his excitedness]: Yes good sir, here is my phone. And with it, you shall take no small part of my pride. But there is one thing you may never take from me - my ego.
[Myhandisonfire skips giddily away from the bemused mugger, somehow even more boastfully than before.]
It's the little things that make leering at women on the internet worthwhile.
