Melvin's tips for successful living.

1. If you never make goals, you never fail to meet them.

2. If you wake up late, stay in bed until the next morning. Then you will be on time.

3. You can always lose a little weight by kicking off your shoes.

4. The lower your standards, the greater your successes.

5. Things always look up when you lay on your back.

If I was all hot and buff like the Chippendale types it would be bad. I would go naked everywhere. And the ladies would say 'thank you Melvin for sharing your awesome hotness with us.' Then they would gawk and lust. They would think things. Terrible things. Illegal in some states things. I wouldn't want to be the cause of all that.

Voice inside Melvin's head: "What's it all for Melvin? What's it all about?"
Other voice in Melvin's head: "Don't ask stupid shit like that. You makin' us look silly." Third voice in Melvin's head: " you just trying to make somebody think you're smart. Getting all philosophical and shit up in here. Other voice in Melvin's head again:
"Yeah go to bed Melvin, you drunk!"

Naughty words:
Shit 2 times.

Don't you just hate it? When you think you have come down with body dysmorphic disorder? Because you look in the mirror and you think you're chubby? And then you remember you really are chubby? And then you feel silly? You ever do that? No? Just me then. Awkward.

So, I decided that today would be a good day to replace the line on my fishing rod. I intend to embark on several epic fishing expeditions and the coming weeks. Well now: let me tell you about monofilament fishing line. It is manufactured by Satan himself in the bowels of perdition. Created from the tortured, malignant, souls of all the worst murderers, rapists, politicians, Liars, thieves, and other various and Sundry assholes. I tackled the task with the greatest of confidence. Secure in the firmly held belief that I was competent and more than able to accomplish the task. Boy was I wrong. Before I got done I was wrapped up from head to toe in invisible fishing line. The cat was tied up in it too as were several items of furniture the fishing pole itself and at one point, I swear it's true, even the ceiling fan. I am now traumatized and I'm pretty sure I will need therapy. Not only that, but I have the premonition that my next turd will be tied to my liver.

Naughty words:
Asshole
Turd

I'll never understand women, I happened to have the perfect opportunity to ask a lady out and much to my delight, she said yes. I excitedly said " Great, you are MUCH better than the skanks and crack whores I usually get stuck with" All of a sudden -  no date. Go figure.

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