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Rob Shock


Last Updated: 4/20/2009

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Gender: Male
Status: Swinger
Age: 34
Sign: Aries

City: Bakersfield
State: California
Country: US
Signup Date: 8/31/2007
Tuesday, January 20, 2009 
These are interesting times we live in.  History often goes through cycles, and during one of those cycles, more often than not, the shit hits the fan. We’re living in one of those cycles now. The shit is hitting the fan. This shit happens because there are people involved.

Shit doesn’t happen by itself. We like to think so, but the reality is it’s our shit. This is how it happens. We take a shit, as often we do, and we look down and see the shit and decide we’re going to pick it up. We look at the shit in our hands and we look up and see a fan. We know the fan is there because it’s turning, as fans often do. Then we look back down at the shit and think, hey, maybe we should throw it. We want to throw it because we love to see shit fly, as long as it’s flying away from us.

So we fling it, and we watch it. We look on, pleased at what we see. We congratulate ourselves for the speed and trajectory at which the shit is flying. At some point someone comes up to us and says, “What the fuck did you just do? Didn’t you see the fan? Don’t you know that if you throw shit at a fan, shit will hit the fan?”

To which we say, “Nooooo! That’ll never happen. Look at how great the shit is flying! It’ll probably pass through the fan harmlessly. No need to worry about it.” We then ridicule this person as a shit-hitting-the-fan alarmist, and continue to throw more shit.

Finally, the shit hits the fan, and somehow, this surprises us. Shit splatters and hits everything, including us. We then run to the people who previously warned us not to throw the shit and say, “For God’s sake, the shit is hitting the fan! Save us from the shit!”

To which they say, “Well didn’t we tell you about this shit?”

And we say, “It’s not our fault! It’s the shit’s fault for hitting the fan.”

Of course, there are people on the other side trying to convince us that the shit is not hitting the fan that bad and that we can continue to throw shit without worry, to which we say, “Fuck you! I’m not throwing any more shit. I’ll just lob it in front of the fan so the shit doesn’t hit the fan."

Eventually the shit gets cleaned up and for a while we're careful with our shit.But as time goes by we forget about the fan and we get more comfortable with our shit. Before long, we'll get that urge to see that shit fly again.
3:19 AM
 
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