Thursday, June 10, 2010

More IM on becoming a Dumb Jock

Once again, this is an IM that has given me inspiration concerning my dream to become a jock.  Spelling is corrected mostly because I hate having a spell checker tell me it's wrong.

This IM took place on Monday, May 31, 2010 [Memorial Day].  Warning: this is long.

T2:  Hey dude, I got some more info on what was done to Jason. 
T2:  It is so simple I can't figure out how to do it.
Ox:  Hi, dude.
T2:  I got some more info on Jason's reprogramming.
Ox:  Tell, tell ... *lust* *lust*
T2:  The concept is so simple.
Ox:  The concept is simple but the execution is hard?
T2:  He is not dumb at all.
Ox:  It's an act?
T2:  No, it's not an act.  He has a small list of things that require his immediate attention -- all the time.
T2:  To all intents and purposes he is dumb as cum.
Ox:  He can only focus on certain things?
T2:  Because he now has only simple needs.
T2:  You know, something like eat, sex, drink.  Each one is set at a high level of priority.
T2:  So he is trapped servicing these simple needs all the time.
Ox:  And all other needs are excluded from needs?
T2:  Yes.
Ox:  Fuck, that's brilliant!
T2:  It's training and hypnosis and brainwashing.
T2:  He can't read because it takes away from his needs.
T2:  Driving is almost too much multitasking for him to handle.
T2:  It's sort of like a PC running at 99 % of capacity.
T2:  So he can't hold both driving and the destination in his mind at the same time.
T2:  It is so kewl!
T2:  And he's in a blissful state.
T2:  It is brilliant and all his mind is used up.
Ox:  Let's see ... the list includes eating, sleeping, working out, buying groceries, and maybe paying bills.
T2:  No, he is now a mooch.
Ox:  Totally focused on what matters to him and no extra brainpower to use on other things.
T2:  Yes.
T2:  No apartment; he just doesn't worry about it.
T2:  Wow.
Ox:  Damn, that's so fucking simple.
Ox:  Wow!
Ox:  I'm impressed!
T2:  So am I and he seems so happy.
T2:  So happy.
T2:  So stupid and dull and focused and happy.
Ox:  Of course he is.  There's no extra brainpower to devote to worrying.
T2:  Yep.
Ox:  I want it.
T2:  Me too.
T2:  It also means in emergencies he can be smart.
Ox:  Ahhh?  Great!
T2:  And then automatically become dumb again.
Ox:  In an emergency he can devote everything to the emergency? 
Ox:  Like a Mom who lifts a car off her kid, but she couldn't do that normally?
T2:  Yep.
Ox:  Just in the emergency?
T2:  Yep.
Ox:  So, there has to be some sort of monitor in his head saying an emergency exists?
T2:  No, it's built into the hardware.
T2:  That is the beauty of it.
T2:  Emergencies make you drop everything.
Ox:  So I guess you are smart till the emergency is over ...
Ox:  ... and then you are dumb again?
T2:  Yep.
T2:  Jason is a bit too much of a party boi for my taste.
T2:  But, hey, I'll take it.
T2:  Then you go meet your need and go party or whatever.
Ox:  Now the big question:  who did it?
T2:  A farmer type ...
Ox:  ... and I detest gardening....
T2:  ... with a Ph.D in brain chemistry.
T2:  Vermont is strange.
Ox:  Did he use any of his brain chemistry knowledge to help cause the change?
T2:  I have no way of knowing since I have not talked to him.
T2:  I am afraid that if this was offered to me I'd take it.
Ox:  So would I and I''m not afraid.
T2:  Right....
T2:  You'd become one of the dumb asses who picked on you in school.
Ox:  Yes !!!  When can we start?
T2:  I have no idea.
Ox:  How can we start?
T2:  I need to find out the particulars.
Ox:  Sounds like some simple hypnosis programming.
T2:  It helped that Jason was on the verge of a nervous breakdown ... I think.
Ox:  I can sympathize.  I went through the same thing when i was taking care of Mom 24/7 ...
Ox:  ... before she was admitted to a personal care home with Alzheimers' 
Ox:  I became a mental and physical wreck taking care of her 24/7 for a few years ... with no time off.
T2:  Jason essentially agreed to become this guy's slave for two years.
Ox:  Hmmm ... slavery is good for something after all.  :-D
T2:  Jason went in a brilliant money manager and came out a painfully slow stupid snowboarder boi.
T2:  It's so kewl!
T2:  He was at the end of his rope.  It is a way of committing suicide without killing yourself.
Ox:  It can't be painful.
T2:  It sure could be.
Ox:  There's not enough brain cells left for him to process pain.
 T2:  No, but it's painful to the rest of us.
T2:  You must have met someone so stupid or self absorbed that people around him visibly lost IQ points ...
Ox:  The fact that he lost them is all that counts.
T2:  He is happy ...
T2:  ... or at least think he is.
Ox:  As I said, that's all that counts.
T2:  He will never accomplish anything ...
T2:  ... never own anything ....
Ox:  In this case, perception = reality.
T2:  He can't think.
Ox:  Since he can't think, he's happy and content.
T2:  No time left for anything except party, mooch, muscles, and so on.
Ox:  And sex.
T2:  Sex, drugs, and rock 'n' roll, dude.
Ox:  Damn, this is making me horny.  Correction:  Damn, I'm horny.
T2:  Geesh, I talked to him last night and I started to talk like him, dude.
T2:  He is contagious.
Ox:  Being around him dumbed you down?
T2:  Well, sort of.
T2:  It is so nice to find someone who is happy.
Ox:  Yeah.  My ambition in life is to be dumb and happy.
Ox:  Does he smoke?
T2:  Geesh, you and your smoking fetish.
T2:  Would you mind if you ended up stupid and not smoking?
Ox:  Well, smoking Marlboros is my only really bad habit and I worked hard to get addicted.
Ox:  I'd rather be stupid and smoking.
T2:  You need a cigar fetish.
Ox:  Cigars are too expensive ... at least the good ones ...
T2:  Then I could not stand to be around you.
Ox:  ... even at internet discount sites.   [ for example:  http://www.thompsoncigars.com/ ]
Ox:  one bundle of cigars [normally 20] = one carton of cigarettes [200 total]  [about $ 50.00 each]
T2:  I am a little worried that the Ph.D farmer took pity on him and did this all on the fly ...
T2:  ... and it can't be easily reproduced.
Ox:  Why not?
T2:  You know chefs; some of them just toss things together ...
T2:  ... and they sometimes come out with a dish that they can't reproduce even though they want to.
T2:  It may have been for Jason's own good.
Ox:  Damn, I want this so much !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
T2:  You'd love Jason and be totally frustrated by him.
Ox:  Why?
T2:  He can't keep appointments.
Ox:  I'm normally late for my appointments, anyway.
T2:  I don';t think he's capable of reading.
Ox:  Well, I won't be either when this happens to me.
T2:  He literally gets a headache trying to read.
Ox:  Is he a top or a bottom?
T2:  An aggressive top, I believe.
Ox:  Wonderful!  I'm a bottom!
T2:  So am I.
Ox:  *sigh*  So is everybody else I know.
T2:  Everybody wants to be owned, controlled, and be dumb.
T2:  Jason isn't.
Ox:  He wants to own, control, and is dumb?
T2:  No, he just wants what he wants when he wants it and can't be bothered to be controlled.
Ox:  Let me think ... there has to be a way to reproduce this.
T2:  Geesh, dude ... he was a top level money manager.  Think about it.
T2:  He was dominate.
T2:  Competitive.
T2:  You can't change that basic drive, just redirect it.
Ox:  Yeah.  I never wanted to be amid-level (if that) person in the work force.
Ox:  I hate paperwork and especially detest filling out forms.
T2:  I just don't want to be in charge ...
Ox:  Likewise.
Ox:  I want a job where I don't have to fill out paperwork.
T2:  ... unless I get to run the whole thing and can order people to do all the paperwork.
Ox:  Sorry to break the bad news, but you still have to read all the paperwork everyone else fills out ...
Ox:  ... and approve all of it.
T2:  NO, I'd hire someone else to do that.
T2:  And go play golf (ugh)!
Ox:  Golf?  My Dad liked it; I didn't.
Ox:  My opinion of golf mirrors the title of one golf book:  A good walk spoiled.
T2:  Yep.  Me too.
T2:  I have no idea how to reproduce this.
T2:  Well, I have some ideas, but no idea of how to carry them out.
Ox:  Hypnosis to center attention on a few things and make all the rest unimportant?
Ox:  We need to come up with what needs to be included in the list of priorities.
Ox:  My list includes -- so far:
Ox:  Eat.
Ox:  Sleep.
Ox:  Work out.
Ox:  Smoke.
Ox:  Party.
Ox:  All the rest unimportant but the list becomes total obsession
T2:  I think someone else has to at least do the finishing touches.
T2:  Ah, you realize you'd be smoking much more if that is one of your interests.
Ox:  And what's wrong with that?
T2:  Nothing.
Ox:  I thought not.
T2:  I can do the smoking obsession thing as well; I have it.
Ox:  Good.
Ox:  I need to start watching that smoking file again to reinforce my habit some more.
T2:  Dude, this is not an obsession Jason has.  It appears to be much simpler than that.
T2:  More like:  I am hungry; I need to eat.
Ox:  His interests have been narrowed to a simple few?
T2:  Yes.
T2:  And made so that is all he has time for.
T2:  He is a party boi.
Ox:  His interests have narrowed to ....
T2:  And nothing more.  Nothing else.
Ox:  All other interests are secondary.
T2:  No, no!
T2:  They do not exist.
Ox:  Only what contributes to these interests is of interest to him.
T2:  No secondary interests.
T2:  Just a few high level priority ones.
T2:  Except for the emergency stipulation ... and that happens in hardware.
Ox:  That's wired in?
T2:  Yes.
Ox:  [light dawning]  So no provision has to be made for it!
T2:  Right!
Ox:  That makes it even easier.
T2:  You can suppress that reaction by training ...
T2:  ... but who needs to make this more complicated?
T2:  It is so simple!
Ox:  True.
Ox:  We should be able to figure this out.
Ox:  All you have are a few things that mean the world to you ...
Ox:  ... and you can't even think of anything else.
Ox:  Wonderful!  Simplicity itself!
T2:  How do y9ou avoid making a non-social robot?
T2:  I mean, if you are dumb, it would be nice if you could have friends.
Ox:  Include talking to others about interests in the priorities.
Ox:  Make sports an interest?
T2:  No, no, no.  Not sports.  That is too general and you can think too much.
T2:  Jason has no finances. 
T2:  He is a mooch.
T2:  He can barely go to work and stack boxes.
Ox:  After my grandmother had a stroke, my parents had the court declare her incompetent. 
Ox:  The court appointed them guardians.  They took over her finances so she wouldn't lose anything.
Ox:  Have Jason declared incompetent ...
Ox:  ...  and others could run his finances.
T2:  Kewl.
T2:  Jason is homeless.
Ox:  He has no place to live?
T2:  No.
Ox:  Homeless.
Ox:  How about a shelter?
T2:  But his sister lives nearby and everyone loves him ...
T2:  ... so he doesn't sleep in the street unless it is too much effort to go there.
Ox:  Does he care?
T2:  No.
T2:  Shelter has zero percent priority in his mind.
Ox:  Okay.
T2:  Shelter gets in the way of [snow/skate] boarding, ...
T2:  Being muscled, ...
T2:  Eat, sleep train, ...
T2:  Getting mindless sex ...
Ox:  Anything else?
T2:  Partying.
Ox:  Eat, sleep, train, sex, party.
Ox:  Smoking?
T2:  No.  I suppose I could probably convince him it would keep him from being fat.
Ox:  It does suppress appetite.
Ox:  Try it.
T2:  Don't worry about where you will sleep ...
T2:  ... until you need to sleep.
T2:  Don't worry about food until you are hungry.
T2:  Get it?  It's so simple....
T2:  Nothing else ....
Ox:  I need to take medication so that is a necessity.
Ox:  Maybe that could be a minor secondary thing ... or included in training.
T2:  No future.
T2:  No planning.
T2:  No money.
T2:  No worries.
Ox:  No cares, no worries.
T2:  Yep.
Ox:  Too dumb to worry.
T2:  Jason literally cannot worry; everything is in use, nothing is left to use to worry.
T2:  It's so simple.
Ox:  Yeah....   
T2:  The problem is: how do you box yourself in like that?
T2:  It's not normal; it's an artificial construct.
T2:  I don't think you can complete this noose yourself.
T2:  I think the last brick has to be put in place by someone else.
T2:  But it's just a gut feeling.
Ox:  Damn, we should be able to figure out a hypnosis program for this.
Ox:  Make a hypnosis tape of all permitted subjects you can think about.
Ox:  Make everything else off limits.
T2:  You are not getting ti.
T2:  Nothing is off limits.
Ox:  Explain.
T2:  Just this:  These priorities are all you have.  Nothing else.
T2:  Choose the following nine [or whatever number] interests.  That's it.  That's all.
Ox:  Okay, your only interests are:
Ox:  a, b, c, d, ..., i.
T2:  You got it.
T2:  You are kept so busy by these vital things that, for example, when you try to read ...
T2:   ... it sorta comes in slowly.
T2:  He can rad big words; he is just reading them one character at a time real slowly.
Ox:  Ahhhh ....
T2:  So you are stupid.
T2:  You know ... slow.
Ox:  Yeah.
T2:  Not because you are retarded but because you are all used up.
Ox:  Interesting way to do it.
T2:  Yes, brilliant.
Ox:  Truly brilliant!
T2:  And, as far as I can see, permanent.
Ox:  Irreversible?
T2:  And when you get the emergency response system kicking, guess what?
T2:  You are smart again.
Ox:  It kicks in, and when the emergency is over, it stops, and you're dumb again.
T2:  Well, if you went to jail and could not do you  interests, it might break down.
Ox:  Even in jail, you can eat, sleep, and lift weights.
Ox:  And food and shelter is supplied.
Ox:  And sex is there.
Ox:  So even in jail you'd be dumb.
T2:  Jason is a boarder; that is not supplied.  Snowboards, skateboards,....
Ox:  Oh, right....
T2:  Jason has one big problem:  he is not limited by the legality of something.
T2:  He does not notice that he is doing something illegal till the next day.
Ox:  He is so dumb ... how is he going to commit a crime?
Ox:  Run a red light?
Ox:  Forget to pay for food?
T2:  Oh, yeah.  Restaurants are too complicated for him.
T2:  Dude, he is a mooch.
Ox:  Even Mickey D's is too complicated?
T2:  Yes.
T2:  It is so amazing.
T2:  And, dude, it is not an act.
Ox:  I can deal with this.
Ox:  Damn, I want this!
Ox:  ... so bad!
T2:  No one could do this for an entire day and not slip up.
Ox:  We gotta figure out how to do this!
T2:  Yes.
T2:  It must work like compulsive disorders.
Ox:  Something like NLP [NeuroLinguistic Processing] but in reverse ...
Ox:  ... NLP is used to eliminate bad habits; this would induce them.
Ox:  You say you think it has to be put in place and/or activated by someone else?
T2:  Someone has to hammer the final nail and seal the window up.
T2:  I can't see how you could close that last window yourself.
Ox:  Yes ... like trying to tie yourself up.
T2:  I don';t even think Jason can tell me what was done.
T2:  He can tell em what it feels like.
T2:  He says when he tries to think it is like a fly buzzing and he has to swat it ...
T2: ... and he loses the thought.
Ox:  Damn, the more I hear of this the more I like it.
Ox:  Can Jason tell you who did it?
T2:  Yes.
T2:  Well ... sort of.
Ox:  Will he tell you?
T2:  Well he worked for this farmer and ended up this way.
Ox:  Damn, want to find out this farmer's name?
T2:  I know who it is.
Ox:  Who is it ... and will he do it to us?
T2:  I just have to figure out how to ask him.
Ox:  How about, "I knew Jason before he changed.  I want to be like he is now.  Can you help me?"
Ox:  "And I also have a good friend who wants the same thing.  Could you help him too, please?
 
[This is only a partial typescript of the IM.  There is much more to come....]

Ox:  How did you find all this out?

Thursday, June 3, 2010

My dream may become reality: an IM that gives me hope

I had a great intriguing IM with a friend on May 21, 2010 that I'd like to share.  I am going to clean up the spelling somewhat but that's about all the changes I'm going to make.

Ox:  Hi, dude.
T2:   Hey dude
Ox:  What's new?
T2:   Oh, I actually met somebody who was helped to become stupid and muscular. 
Ox:  Really?  Who and how?
T2:  By conditioning and hypnosis.
T2:  and I think they desired it.
Ox:  What was his name?
T2.  His name is Jason.  He is conditioned so well he acts dumb.
Ox:  Wow! There's hope for me yet!
T2:  Jason is so bad that he can't even deal with IM or cell phones.  What happened to him is hot.
Ox:  Who helped him?  What programs did he use?  Where can I get them?
T2:  He thinks he is a 17 year old skateboarder.
Ox:  Neat ... *envy*
T2:  He has no idea what happened and can't explain ...
T2:  ... but he is going to try to ask the guy who did it to get hold of me ... if he remembers.
Ox:  Wonderful .. and if/when he contacts you ask him to contact me as well.
T2:  I will. 
T2:  The problem is that Jason is so unfocused that I have to keep trying to remind him.
Ox:  Thank you, thank you, thank you!
Ox:  Oh, how old is Jason?  You said he thinks he's 17.
T2:  Jason is in his 30s.
Ox:  Wonderful.
T2:  I knew the guy years ago.  It is quite a change.
Ox:  What kind of dude was he?  Smart, focused, intellectual, what?
T2:  He no longer cares about anything except his thing.
T2:  He was smart and focused and driven.
T2:  Now he is unfocused and sorta slow.
T2:  All he wants to do is eat party work out.
Ox:  Oh, wow ... *envy*
Ox:  I am getting so fucking turned on right now!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
T2:  So yeah, I think it may be possible after all.
Ox:  Yeah ... fuck yeah!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
T2:  I am not sure he is really stupid.
Ox:  Gods, I so want it to happen to me.
T2:  He is just so unfocused and laid back that thinking is too much work.
Ox:  Please, gods, let it happen to me!
T2:  If I find out what was done to him, I will tell you.
Ox:  Thank you.
T2:  Besides, considering how driven he was it might be nice to be nothing.
Ox:  I just want enough brain power to be able to pay bills and write checks each month ...
Ox ... and maybe balance the checkbook.
T2:  Dude, that's smarter than Jason is at this point.
T2:  He can't count too big and forget about being able to write.
Ox:  Well, I can hopefully set it up to have all the bills paid automatically.
T2:  And I saw enough to come to the conclusion that he is not fooling.
Ox:  But since I'm alone I really got to have enough smarts to pay my bills ...
Ox:  ... or arrange for someone to do it for me.
T2:  Do you really want to be that dumb?
Ox:  Actually ... FUCK, YEAH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
T2:  Who would I chat with?
Ox:  I dunno ... I don't care.
T2:  That's him.
Ox:  If I'm that dumb, I won't care.
Ox:  Can he spell?
T2:  Somehow it is just too much effort to be smart.
Ox:  Or read?
Ox:  Or does he even give a shit?
T2:  Well he can't spell and [as for being able to] read ... not too well; he can't figure out road signs.
T2:  We got lost with him driving.
Ox:  Oh, fuck, I am so fucking envious and jealous that I'm hard as a rock.
Ox:  Does he know right from left?  Or care?
T2:  Don't start since I don't.
Ox:  I am so envious it is not funny ... but I am also as hard as a rock and it's not going down soon.
T2:  I am totally unsure how it was done.
Ox:  I want it done to me .... please gods ...let it happen to me.
Ox:  Does he care if he was smarter once? Is he happy now?
T2:  And he has no idea.  He does remember being smarter ...
T2:  ... but can't remember why he wanted to be.
T2:  Look, he is an eight year old in a adult body.
T2:  Life is just one big party.
T2:  And he compulsively bodybuilds.
Ox:  If I even touch myself I'm gonna shoot.
T2:  Geesh dude.
T2:  I would hate to think what would happen if you met him.
Ox:  Probably worship him and beg him to get the dude to help me.
T2:  I am sure that he is as smart as he always was, just he is totally unfocused.
Ox:  Life is a big fucking party all the time ... what's not to want?
T2:  Ah, well, dude, it gets hard when you run out of money and starve.
Ox:  Is he running out of money or starving?
T2:  Well, he is a mooch at the end of his paycheck.
T2:  And he does work ... moving boxes in a warehouse.

[other stuff]

Ox:  Gods, I can't stop thinking about Jason.
Ox:  And my hard on will not go away.
Ox:  Can you get a pic of him for me?
T2:  Ah, well, if I get to his home town and figure out where he is.
Ox:  Works for me.
Ox:  Give me a description to tide me over?
Ox:  Hair, eyes, body type, etc.?
T2a:  I guess it took a couple of years.
T2:  Geesh, dude, are you kidding?
Ox:  Fuck, no, I'm a fucking horny dude and this is not going away any time soon.
Ox:  And just thinking about him is not helping ...
Ox:  ... or rather it is helping ... a lot!
T2:  Muscled, tanned, medium body type, shaved head, hair in his chin, dyed blond ...
Ox:  As I may have mentioned, this is a fucking dream of mine ... and he made it come true.
T2:  Muscle boi surfer type.
Ox:  Oh fucking YUM!  I am fucking salivating now.
T2:  Got the beach talk down so well you cannot understand him. 
T2:  The surfer/snowboarder slang.  I guess he snowboards.

[other stuff]

Ox:  Tell me more about Jason.
T2:  I have no idea what you want to hear.
Ox:  Everything  ... before, during, after ... is he happy?  Content?
T2:  I don't think he worries about that sort of thing.  I think he just is.
Ox:  Oh, be still my beating heart!
Ox:  *lust*
Ox:  *envy*
T2:  *mental lust*
Ox:  Lust for what he is and how he became that way.
T2:  Yep.
Ox:  Doesn't worry, content, hot, and muscled ... paradise.
T2:  Well, that is not something that is a survival skill.
Ox:  Why is "muscled, hot, and sexy" not a survival skill?
T2:  Not worrying about the future.
Ox:  Living in the now is a good thing ... most things that are worried about don't come to pass.
T2:  And being gay is not something that gets passed on genetically.
Ox:  Being gay is a genetic trait -- recessive, but genetic.
T2:  Must be a very recessive trait.
T2:  Then what about being bi?
Ox:  According to Woody Allen, it doubles your chances for a date on Saturday night.
T2:  Hum ... I will tell you what I find out.
Ox:  I bet Jason is rarely alone on Saturday night or whenever he wants to have sex.
T2:  No, I don't think he is ever alone.
Ox:  That's what I want ... works for me.
T2:  He is a painfully dense muscleboi and everyone seems to love him.
Ox What's not to love?
Ox:  I take it he doesn't dress up much and it's mostly tight clothes to show off the muscle.
T2:  Well, he gets lost driving....
Ox:  duh ....
T2:  Geesh .. no worries.  I am jealous.
Ox:  Like I said -- I'm in *lust*

[other stuff]

Ox:  Thinking about Jason and that it is possible for me to become a dumb muscle boi ...
Ox:  ... and I am so fucking turned on by the idea
Ox:  and Jason's example proves it's possible!  Oh, fuck, yeah!
Ox:  it's called an obsession.
T2:  Hm, you have an obsession?
Ox:  Yeah, to be turned into a a dumb sexy muscle boi like you described Jason as.
T2:  Ah, you will probably not be able to read or write.
Ox:  Who gives a shit?
Ox:  I ... Don't ... Care!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Ox:  Literally.
Ox:  I.
Ox:  Don't
Ox:  Care!!!!!!!!!!
Ox:  I just want it to happen ... no reading, now writing, no numbers, no cares, no worries....
Ox:  ... just working out, smoking, sex, and partying
Ox:  Just as you described Jason as being .. and that's all I want my life to be:  to stupid to be unhappy.
T2:  I wish someone had done this to me at 16.
Ox:  So do I.
Ox:  Hell, it's never too late!
Ox:  That's why I'm so fucking interested in how Jason had it done and if the dude would do it to me.
Ox:  I fucking want that life!
Ox:  And I am so fucking envious that Jason did it / found someone to do it to him.
T2:  I have no idea what was done .. but I do remember that you have to start with the desire.
Ox:  I'm obsessed with this being done to me!!!!
T2:  Never.
Ox:  If it's not for you, that's okay with me.  I want it so bad I can taste it.
T2:   It would be nice....

[other stuff]

Ox:  Tell me more about Jason.
T2:  d000d gag me with a spoon.
Ox:  Rather have Jason gag me with his cock.
T2:  Ah, right, and how could I get him interested in going to your home town?
Ox:  maybe I could absorb some of what was done to him with his sperm.
T2:  He would probably get lost anyway.
Ox:  Damn, dude, I'll come to him if it would help.
T2:  No idea if he even remembers my questions.
T2:  I mean, how do you get answers out of a side of beef?
Ox:  Dude, beef is for eating.
Ox:  Dude, you could probably get an intelligent answer out of him if you asked about training.
T2:  Dude, he could not explain how to get hold of that guy that trained him.
T2:  He was all confused.
Ox:  Ask anyway.
Ox:  Please?  I beg you!
T2:  I will.
T2:  I am not exactly local; he lives fifty miles from here and has no phone.
Ox:  Dammit, I really want an answer to who helped him ...
Ox: ... and if he would help me the same way.
T2:  I am interested too, dude.
T2:  Geesh, the problem with laid back people is that that are so laid back.
Ox:  I love laid back dudes, dude

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