Where did the fries go and why do I hate the holidays?

Now, welcome me back to writing! Finals are over and I'm proud to say I am maintaining a 4.0 GPA. Gloating aside, I am back because Xan just won't let me not write something... grrrr. Oh, and I also like writing this blog. It's fun! The point of today's story is relatable by any straight guy. I'm sorry, Xantrailles, you can skip down a few paragraphs!

Dating women for a while has brought a question to my mind. Why are women so indecisive? and WHY DO THEY TAKE MY FRIES? Have you ever been at a fast food place grabbing something to eat, and you are with your woman of course. You let her order first, being a gentleman and all. She of course orders just a sandwich. You offer her a full "happy meal" (I'm sure Xan has some gay innuendo here) with drink and fries, but she of course refuses. You being like any normal man, order yourself a pound sized burger as well as extra large fries. Once you get to your table, what's the first thing that happens? The girl reaches over to your fries and takes a few than sips on your soda. WOAH ... what just happened there? Women need to learn something... a man's food is a man's food! We take it seriously!

I mean I don't mind sharing my food with the girl, but she said she didn't want any! I think women just want to feel that their boyfriend is willing to share some so precious to him, such as his fries. Speaking of sharing something, ask Xan about his date and the shared dessert.

By the way... Holidays are a bitch... I really don't have much time to write these few weeks, so I think the best way would be to write short articles every few days. Tomorrow I will write about Antor's gay dog. That's right I said it. His family gayed up the dog while he was gone in college.

Peace out!