Wednesday, October 19, 2011

Who wouldn't want to be Charie Sheen?

Honestly, if a room full of men were asked whether they would like to be Charlie Sheen, every single one of them would raise their hand. Me included. Who is not dreaming of a house on the beach in California, a brand new sports car, and hot girls coming in and out at a random, but regular, pace, and this without the trauma of a relationship? Who is not dreaming of spending his days doing nothing, except for the sheer hassle of having to wake up, somewhen, somehow, and maybe shower before taking his first drink right on the couch, barely awake enough to realize he is drinking, and that there is more alcohol in that one glass than most of us drink in a week.

A day-in, day-out life thining about nothing else but me. My overwhelmingly simple pleasures of good food, good company, and good drinks. And why would he need a wife if he has a daily cleaning women tendering to his dirty clothes and vacuum cleaning?




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