The problem with Women and Chess as I figured it out yesterday, was that women are never the brainy type. Maybe, it was the carbonated disaster that was going through my system like acid eating into plastic. However, if that was the case so was the pig that was flying over my head… he was wearing green!!! Maybe, its the lack of spice, but then again spiced is what my life has been courtesy a lil’ kid – no, I’m not a pedophile, I just happen to be head over heals in love with the cutest little thing on this planet – Sexy back if you may say!!! Maybe, it was the three long-haired bandaged brain perverts taking turns in foreplay action with a out of the box definition of being totally incapable of standing – hot she was though – sadness did prevail over the waste of sperm (in a very philosophical way – Ma’am – Too alcohol is always bad) she resembled – but in a very educated one’s words “such is life”. Maybe, it was the same long-haired creatures attacking each other in a showdown of pelvic thrusts… Maybe!!!
Maybe, is a two syllable word which I like using with the same affection of a frustrated man in the form of a mono syllable word. And maybe, is a safe way of saying I’m not too sure – Maybe!!! Now coming back to batman’s post on the world dominating concept of Women who play chess – Women and Chess if you may – I wouldn’t say I totally disagree but do to an extent of reasoning and will drop it at a descretion of a fair enough retaliating reasoning.
I realized last night that Brain Woman is a brilliant Chess player and probably is ranked at a position where she sits in a hot position, hot position if I may repeat – Hot!!! Five cornered minutes of targeting down on the subject and I come up with an opinion (it always ends up being one – Opinions always differ). A couple of things and more and voila I should’ve made a point. First up, I come up with a look on her face that says – this is where I have the most fun in my life – I’m free here – Who isn’t maam’ in the house of well home??? Second up, was a weird adaption of Michael Jackson running around in a mixed up race in his prime time – I know maam’ dancing releases stress – but ever heard of “being descrete about it”??? Third point would be the beer, which reminds to say – No, it was not budweiser – It was Carlsberg she was drinking – Which Chess player unwinds on beer and loud music?? She does it seems!!!
Maybe, Clark Kent needs some much awaited rest from the fatigue of saving a world – but didn’t he retire to the Green Goblin. However, all said and done Batman was seen last night too being the responsible one shoving his body in to other responsible ones. The match-maker was seen hitting on Brain Woman – pestering her about I know you from somewhere and then almost finishing the whole concept of superheroes saving the planet – and to make matters worse the match-maker didn’t quite have the same powers when reaching his 6th Den. However, all said and done – The match-maker finally got me all going and I found a nice softened cushion to a bagful of hurting bones – Thank you Match-Maker. And lastly, not to forget the fat man’s lover – Man, he was on a roll last night – weaving his magic, it was his propaganda – Maybe…
Kudos to the red drink man for changing the airwaves for a bit – Sir, Punk & Grunge are always the best as long as the shot in the head brainless bastard is left out. Which brings me to my last and final point, which is – Women and Chess never go together – and if by some dramatic twist of fate it does – Its abuse by another or its the pressure of being what cannot be – in any possible way!!!
(Scratching head) Where r my extra-notes??? ;d