NEW little ditty – Approximate time it should take you to read the post. I have tried to factor in the ‘confusion factor’ but….

E.T.A. (Time estimate) 2:06

Now this rather long part…
That title – up there – I’m not expecting that it made any sense to any one. Looking back MAYBE. All the pro’s say that the title of the posts must border on clickbait and “hook” the reader (you) in. Obviously my take is a bit different – Either I am unable to come up with a sexy title for each post OR I called bullsh!t and ignored the instructions. How bout YOU pick which! ANYWAY…

Over there on that Twitter platform where I often try out post ideas and comedic stuff. –
Ladies – What are men saying to you in/on that Twitter to try and pick you up? And guys – I SEE meeting new people, but trying to bed anonymous women there? It’s CLEARLY NOT a dating site…Whatever — my little (but rather long) story.
A week or so ago I was in a sarcastic back and forth with three ladies in a timeline. LOOOOONG story shorter…I made what I thought was……a hilarious self depricating crack. Did I mention hilarious? One of the ladies returned at me with something like “Settle down Sparky! We’re not here to get MAULED by creeps like you.” She was CLEARLY quite angry. I attempted to calm her anger a little, but not too much because — well RED FLAGS of boiled bunnies and slashed vehicle tires.
One of the other gals decided to pile on and demanded that i apologize to all of them for treating them like they were stupid, and ‘dismissing them as women.’ The Red Flags became large torches – massive dumpster fire, when the last of the trio piled on. Starting out with calling me a bastard for something I can’t remember (AND NO THAT IS NOT ME DISMISSING YOU LADIES! IT WAS HOW I FELT OR HOW I THUNK.) And now…the torches were again a full blown dumpster fire.
This interaction was foreseeable for sure. I know that every single sarcastic statement or post like this WILL make folks upset. Piss ‘em off.

So here’s the ‘rant’ part of the rant. You MUST know that the odds of you getting pissed with me when you visit me here, and read. I do not MEAN TO, or SET OUT TO, piss you off. It’s just a foreseeable reaction to my words here. I weigh the ‘funny’ or the ‘comedy’ against the anger some feel. MORE of you laugh, or relate, than get pissed off.
Soooooo will I continue? YEA. Do I care that you’re pissed? A little – but honestly sarcastic – No.
If I go to the gas station and fill a gerry-can with fuel to bring back to get my vehicle running for work – and you decide to drink some of that fuel before i get it in the car. Do I care? Of course I CARE that you drank fuel and are likely sick. Of course. BUT we BOTH kinda KNEW that drinking gasoline would result in sickness. Didn’t we? Well yea – DUH.

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