Ah, here's one now...
Adam (not his real name) lived in my dorm when I was a freshman and sophomore in college. He was a total dickhead. I don't remember talking to him more than a few times. He was a year older than most of my friends or I, so what would he, a high and mighty sophomore, have to share with any of us who weren't worthy of his wisdom?
He married the cunt. Go figure. Then again, who else would have either of them? It's like embedding toxic waste in radioactive concrete and dropping it to the bottom of the ocean; two problems compartmentalize one another out of our way for eternity. I think they met in high school, so I doubt either ever dated anyone else, thus minimizing the damage of their damaged selves getting loose in the dating pool. If only the same could be said of the gene pool. They had a kid.
One is a good number to stop at, just like when you were dating.
-Alex (and everyone else).
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