Heh

My Buddy Ed In Florida sends along the following not-so-politically-correct item:

Chicks
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When I was 14, I hoped that one day I would have a girlfriend.

When I was 16 I got a girlfriend, but there was no passion, so I decided I needed a passionate girl with a zest for life.

In college I dated a passionate girl, but she was too emotional. Everything was an emergency; she was a drama queen, cried all the time and threatened suicide. So I decided I needed a girl with stability.

When I was 25 I found a very stable girl but she was boring. She was totally predictable and never got excited about anything. Life became so dull that I decided that I needed a girl with some excitement.

When I was 28 I found an exciting girl, but I couldn't keep up with her. She rushed from one thing to another, never settling on anything. She did mad impetuous things and made me miserable as often as happy. She was great fun initially and very energetic, but directionless. So I decided to find a girl with some real ambition.

When I turned 31, I found a smart ambitious girl with her feet planted firmly on the ground and married her. She was so ambitious that she divorced me and took everything I owned.

I am now older and wiser and am looking for a girl with big tits. 

Heh.  This one could be the story of my life but it cuts a lil close to the bone.  I was 30 when I met The Second Mrs. Pennington, 33 when we married, and 53 when we split the blanket.  But I deviate from the norm in that she left me with most everything I owned (at the time).  One should always count one's blessings, how ever small they may be.  One should always keep things in perspective, too.

Just sayin'.