Why would I resist? Who would I be resisting anyway? Myself? Only if I was a neurotic mess would such a thing even cross my mind. Instead, being of sound mind, I would either get a few out, try them, and keep the best ones, or be happy to have spares, go and do something productive, and forget about it. In fact I don't even have to guess, that is what I have actually done. Not a dozen, they are so far out of my mind I couldn't even tell you how many or what they are. Seriously. Or how many hours are on them.
This kind of question has me imagining a guy looking at his belly button in the middle of the night wondering how much lint might be in there. All night long, wondering. Could just go fishing, but can't stop wondering. Maybe go on-line, ask how anyone ever manages to do anything but wonder about their belly-button lint..... I mean really, how do you resist?
This kind of question has me imagining a guy looking at his belly button in the middle of the night wondering how much lint might be in there. All night long, wondering. Could just go fishing, but can't stop wondering. Maybe go on-line, ask how anyone ever manages to do anything but wonder about their belly-button lint..... I mean really, how do you resist?