I may have had too much coffee, too little sleep and be demented.
Something is very wrong with me.
Of course, my readers are already aware of this. ( I can only assume that it is a form of hypnosis, like, being unable to look away from the Trainwreck…)
However.
I have reached a new dimension of weerd.
While desperately attempting to flirt with a very hott blonde…
I calculated and reported that,
If a mole, ( the small burrowing mammal) were on average 3 inches wide then laid out side by side there would be Twenty One Thousand One Hundred Twenty Moles per mile.
This.
This is why I am single.
I should never speak, and only play my guitar.
I do not think she was impressed.
Sadly,
This really is not a parody.
Wtf.
Guys,
I do not care to hear your advice.
I ain't trying to flirt with y’all.
Ladies,
Help me here. Is this salvageable?
Should I just slink off back into the swamps of lonely despair unkissed, while praying she tells no one else of my awkward weerd?
Should I refrain from all speech, and carry my portable practice amp with me, keep it cranked up louder than my screech?
For clarity sake,
That's
5,045,568,000 moles stacked on top of each other , from a point at sea level along the equator, to reach the moon.
This is assuming an average of Three inches per well fed fit mole, not accounting for dietary variety , dieting or obese moles.
I may have WYKKYD AMBITIONS,
Don't mean they get realized.
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