Dennis Miller is my hero.
I can distinctly remember (now that I think of it) idolizing and having friends (even way back in high school, circa '97) who seemed to have Miller's personality and extreme wit. I love it. I love being like that.
I understand that sometimes I must dumb down what I say, but I'll just as equally throw flaming verbal curveballs that bewilder average Joe and Jane. The truth is to remember, folks, that there is such a thing as gauging your audience, but don't always restrict yourself to making conversational vocabulary simple for the sake of others. Withholding information (detail) keeps people ignorant, and constantly censoring one's self for the sake of others would lead to a crowd of ignorant people to speak to. I say all this to lead up to the nicest way that I can say it: If they don't know, fuck em. Maybe I'm just with Raoul Duke here in having a balding, padded but not quite carbo-toadie, a pasty physique and not caring what my words to in keeping ladies around, but I'll be damned if I'm going to censor my real thoughts. Generally, the women that keep my company come to appreciate that I can bring something to the table to flavor the conversation. It could just be a personal preference, but if I'm trying to attract a mate for the long haul, I'd rather her not be an air head who never takes a stab at a finer, more examined life. Folks, it's really easy to live in ignorance and denial. People do it day after day, but if you're going to make the world a better place for yourself and the company you keep, just let people get to know the real you, and you'll do yourself a favor. [Insert important historical facts] + [make more witty comments] + [social commentary] + [blanket statement "Or maybe that's just my opinion. I could be wrong.