You know Jeff, the reason you keep going back to that apple is precisely because it is so aloof. Just give it some of it’s own medicine, and it’ll come running to you.
That’s why I’m so successful with the ladies. I believe Iceberg Slim called it, and I’m paraphrasing, “giving them the prat”.
I don’t even know why you talk to that smug bastard.
Yeah, if I got that much attitude I’d be all like, “Can you say applesauce, bitch ?”.
Funny you should say that, Joe…
Yeah. Or say something snippy, like “What’s with the vow of silence, ya friggin’ monk? Wear a hooded robe while you’re at it.”
You know Jeff, the reason you keep going back to that apple is precisely because it is so aloof. Just give it some of it’s own medicine, and it’ll come running to you.
That’s why I’m so successful with the ladies. I believe Iceberg Slim called it, and I’m paraphrasing, “giving them the prat”.
Not to stereotype, but EVERY McIntosh apple I’ve run into has been aloof. My wife says that last statement shows I’m Maciphobic.
It’s stem envy, pure and simple.
Maybe that Mac is just playing hard to get.