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Originally Posted by rammstein
The poverty thread got me thinking about this.
Even since puberty, I spend half of my days thinking about naked chicks. No matter how important a project is that I am working on, if a chick walks by I immediately lose track of things and need to start over. It used to be so bad in junior high that when we were doing geometry, the teacher would draw a circle and I would start thinking about boobs. I used to be an intelligent, focused individual with all the talent and promise in the world. Now, I just barely get by and I cannot help but to think that this 'puberty' that I contracted has irreparably damaged my brain.
How can we stop this from ruining another generation?
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Uh...well....apparently turning 52 will fix the problem
