But everything described is so vague and general. If you sift through it you of course can find something you think relates to you. Or at least see what you want in it. I'm not sure what Barnum theory is, and I'm too lazy to Google it.

More importantly, how would you explain the configuration of planets and what not at your precise time of birth being a determining factor in your lifelong personality?

i'm not having this argument, it's like arguing about religion. no one can ever win because no one can prove anything.

Maybe women are just so at a loss with dealing with their wild emotions that they'll buy into any system that offers some kind of order to that which is their womanly heart.

Eat a bag of dicks then, and we'll be square.

A whole bag? And isn't dick akin to ice cream for you ladies? Kind of a comfort thing? If I deprived you all of that many dicks you'd just have to fall harder on astrology. It's a vicious cycle.

How about we all share a bag of dicks together and bond over them?

if this is true then the incredible amount of dick i get would obviously explain my unfettered interest in things of the astrological persuasion.

You only get one dick. It's about quantity. And the same dick in repetition doesn't count as quantity.

I was just going to trick you guys anyway by cutting a hole in a bag and putting it on my lap.

this is false

If it's false then why can't we fight?

you've built it up too much to the point of thoroughly annoying me and i don't feel like it

Fights are supposed to be built up to. Haven't you ever seen 'Rocky'? Damn.

what would i gain from it? nothing. not worth my time. pass the bong.

Did you seriously just ask what you'd gain from seeing 'Rocky'?

no i mean from this brawl that isn't going down. i know what i would gain from seeing rocky.

Eh, honestly even if you consented I don't know what I'd do with it. It's not like it'd be a contest (I'd win), and I also don't really want to meet any of you in real life.

i can say with the utmost certainty that you wouldn't ...i have the ultimate secret weapon and it doesn't involve any kind of weapons at all.

Well, I guess we'll never know. Or rather, I know, but I guess you never will.

i do know but i'm not going to go out of my way to shake your hand and then kick you in the balls and watch you cry on the pavement while i kick you in the face.
please fuck off now. i'm done with this.

Someone needs her astrology and ice cream/dick break.

i'm perfectly calm. jolly in fact. i'm eatin' a sandwich.