David A. Archer
©Copyright 08/11/2006
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O.K., so I figured it
out.
They are weirdo’s.
There. I said it. I
figured it out and I said it.
Wiggly, slobbery,
weirdo’s.
What’s more, is it is
no wonder most women are crazy –
or at least seemingly
to be without a firm grounding in
“reality.”
In addition to various
biological oddities and various
chemical concerns with
imbalance, they naturally are drawn to
focus their attentions
on wiggly weirdo’s!
When I think about it,
it is no small wonder that the
human race has managed
to survive.
Any predator must see
those slobbery, wiggly weirdo’s as
nothing more than a
warm dinner – and really, from an animals
perspective (as I can
imagine it), how hard would it be to run
down a wiggly, stinky,
slobbery weirdo?
Seems like it would be
easy pickin’s for most meat eating
predators.
Then of course that
suggests reasons why humans
became so good at
grouping- to keep the slobbery, wiggly
weirdo’s from getting
eaten.
What that really only
did was put more of those weirdo’s
into a more focused
group setting – which I suppose might
have been an
accidental defense mechanism; All that wiggly
weirdo slobbering in
one place could then seem rather
intimidating to even
the most fierce of predatory animals –
especially if you add
in all of the screaming and yelling during
such weirdness…and of
course all of the sporadic movement.
You then must consider
all of the accompanying insanity I
spoke of, in just as
firm of a grouping, now among and around
all of the
weirdo’s….somehow relating to – and understanding
the weirdo’s, within
their own level of psychosis.
Don’t get me wrong.
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