I'm so immatureWell, it seems we’re having a run on decapitation these days. We did a cat today. Kind of creepy, yet still interesting. I’ve been told it will make great fodder for a first date, somehow I think they were lying to me.
Me: “So guess what I did today?”
Me: “Chopped the head off a cat.”
Date: “Umm, yeah...I gotta go.” *Slowly backs out of the bar*
Actually, I think I brought up decapitation on my last date. Maybe next time I’ll confess my secret desire to take over the world by brainwashing one person at a time. That should reel ‘em in.
On a completely immature third grade note: I have Gmail and you don’t.